The next day, Hawk made it to the Gimlet Lounge when it opened at five. Carl unlocked the door.
“You’re early, Hawk.”
“Finished work early.” It was the first time that had happened since the accident. This time, Hawk stuck strictly to soda. He’d figured out how he could make amends, and had gotten Scott’s number from Greta and called the musician.
While he waited, his stare alternated between the basement steps and the empty stage. A portal through time. Was it the frequency of the notes? The vibration? That’s how matter worked, didn’t it? Atoms vibrated with life. Oscillations of crystal sent radio waves across the air. Physics had never been his strength, but he didn’t need to understand how it worked, he just knew that it did.
To be sure, to test his theory, he went downstairs and t
