Latia Morian's Doctor's Bag: Heart of Rage

So, let's return to David Victor's story—

—When I returned to Edinburgh with the soldiers of the 1975 Chastity Operation, the Hooded Hunters stationed near Chaderton Fort contacted me.

They needed help from a VIP. The decades-long suspicion surrounding the vampires had slowly dissipated, but following that trail to uproot the entire British cabinet was proving difficult.

But I noticed a police alert—

—it was the distress signal Sam Walker had sent from Neusiedl, Austria.

I arrived three days later, under the name of Ms. Latia Morian—after all, David Victor was far too conspicuous a name. Vienna's Golden Theater stood right next to the church. It belonged to my family.

I hadn't expected Jack Martin to be there, too, in the midst of the six-act play described in Hell Highway. Fate had brought us together again, back at the starting point of the story.

In the tail end of the summer of 1975, I invited the newlyweds, Sam Walker and Margaret, back to their old home in Neusiedl, beside the pizza shop at the castle ruins. We stopped on the riverside road.

I bought the addled Jack Martin a roast chicken and sent him on his way, to continue his journey and his dreamlike life. His next name would be Winston Spencer, and he would graduate from the Royal Naval College. With the money I'd earned over the years, I'd hire two servants to care for him and play the role of his parents in his new life.

Back to Mr. Sam Walker.

We were driving Kevin Richard's car, an Italian make: an Alfa Romeo. Its suspension was stiff, and the drive from the city to the parish nearly shook my back apart.

Mr. Walker had a whole lot of questions. He was like a curious child.

Margaret, though, was