The station house was insufferably warm as Thordric made his way to Inspector Jimmson’s office. As he passed, the constables, busy working at their desks, dipped their heads to him respectfully. No matter how much time passed, he still found it strange to think that he no longer had to run the inspector’s errands now that he was part of the Wizard Council instead of a lowly runner at the station.
It had been nearly three years since Jimmson had married Thordric’s mother, but despite that and his new twin baby sisters, Thordric couldn’t help but think of him as an inspector first and his stepfather second.
He reached the door and knocked politely before going in. The inspector was sitting in his chair, facing away, and he appeared to be making strange cooing sounds. Thordric raised an eye
