Gentle chimes of a grandfather clock signify another hour has gone by. Papers are laid out neatly on a desk where pens amongst other items can be seen upon it. The room appears empty till a brunette carefully opens the door to step inside the room. Zelda turns to look back for a split second at the detective. “Look here.” Ever since his disappearance, there have been no leads aside from the notes on her desk. “All that’s left are these notes but I can only believe the mafia is involved somehow.”