Ten
I hate the waiting that comes with solving crime. I know that we can't do everything ourselves, but there's a small part of me that always wants to, especially when there's a lull in what's coming forward.
I pick up the piece of wood in front of me and hold it out to the grinder, using the familiar process of wand making to soothe my mind and distract me from the race of thoughts going through it. I know I've complained about following my family's path into wandmaking before, but I really do love it. There's nothing like holding a good piece of wood between my hands.
I let out a small laugh, disappointed that Ambrose isn't here to share my amusement at my own joke.
I brush some of the sawdust away and hold up the wand to the light to examine it. Distinct patterns run along the leng
