48|Chaos of Sounds

~Rory~

Paul and I decided to pay Lloyd Zwick a visit in the afternoon. He wanted to do it the next day, but I was eager not to waste more time. If he was Maestro, then I need to know.

How? I have no clue. This would be a lot easier if I were with Nolani or Jace. They could quickly tell if someone is a supernatural being with their heightened sense of smell and sight.

Since it was still working hours, our first stop was his workplace. Unlucky for us, though, our person of interest called in sick.

“He’s as healthy as a horse,” Prof. Dover, one of Zwick’s colleagues, said when we inquired about the nature of Zwick’s ill health. “Now that you asked me,” the elderly five foot four professor scratched his gray beard, thinking deeply be