The headquarters for the Sorcerer’s Guild was over on Drury Lane. Parking his car, Rich walked in through the ornately etched glass doors and over to the desk where a female faun sat behind a desk. The woman was typing away when he went up to announce himself.
“I’m Detective Rich Florian with the Grimm City Police Department. I believe I spoke with you earlier?” He flashed her his badge and she flashed him a bright smile.
“Oh, yes! Mrs. Winslow is expecting you.” Getting up from her seat, she trotted over to the door on the other side of her desk and motioned at him. “Follow me, please.”
She led him down a narrow hallway, past various rooms, all of which were closed off. Rich noticed the symbols and signs inscribed on the doors’ glass insets, none of which he could read, much less compr
