Doyle drummed his fingers on his desk maniacally, with each session, getting fiercer and fiercer by the second.
Blast it!
Boom!
He entered a deep raging session, destroying everything in sight.
As for his subordinates, their bodies still couldn't stop shaking.
Why them? Why was it them who had to feel the wrath of their master, when it was that blasted Horseman of Famine who did the deed?
After searching hard and long, they found traces of that lovestruck idiot all over Camilla's territory.
"And the spare is missing too?"
The bodyguards nodded stiffly.
At some point, they felt that perhaps she might be in her Space.
So what did they do?
They searched and searched for that blasted Hob-dream Hogglin, but couldn't find it anywhere.
Dammit!
When it rains it pours.
All evidence proves that the traitor, Horseman of Famine, had also taken hold of the key.