August 24, 1965
We've tracked our father to England, that is his last letter had arrived from London. It appears he had been staying at a small inn near the old neighborhood. It was neither a surprise, father liked old buildings and he seemed to have a grudge against contemporary designs.
There we met a young girl name Marielle who was tending the bar. The waitress had come across our father nearly a month ago but she had little information. Father rarely spoke. There was nothing of consiquence and she mostly divulged his personality, a condition we were intimately familier with. During the time he was there father only recieved one visitor, a gentleman by the name of Angelo Bridgestaff. We will take a days rest and then make the necessary inquiries.
-Anthem Monroe
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