The fat man with the triple chin and bags underneath his eyes is Joshua Grogan, Deputy in Charge of Operations for the Gotham City Police Department. He's a hold over from Loeb's administration, Grogan has been the Deputy Ops for the last fifteen years. Nobody in the Gotham PD takes a fart without Grogan smelling it. He knows everyone's dirty secrets, and that fact is what's kept him from retiring.
"So, Colonel. What can I help you with?" Grogan asks Flass as he puts a wrinkled hand behind his head.
"I need some more information about the Major Crimes Unit."
Grogan arches his eyebrow as he gives Flass a quick look over.
"Why exactly do you want that, Colonel?"
Flass smiles at Grogan and shrugs.
"Just curious, is all. While I am Chief of Detectives, even certain things are out of my reach. We all know that unit was hand picked by Gordon, and he pretty much runs them...but he does leave a paper trail, right?"
The old man nods and swivels in his chair, rummaging through his files. He pulls out a thick file and holds it in his hands.
"Why, Flass?"
Flass exhales and crosses his arms.
"The Mayor. I'm doing a favor for him, and I tell him about this, he can help you out?"
"How? I'm Deputy Ops, can't get no higher."
"Maybe, maybe not. His Honor is fickle when it comes to crime. Gordon may be the golden boy in a lot of people's eyes, but the winds of change blow frequently. Perhaps, he may see an old hand who has served under five different commissioners and is ready for the post."
Grogan rolls his eyes as he slides the file over.
"Save it, Flass. Just make sure you shut the door on your way out."
**************
"As your Mr. Robbins' legal advisor, he instructed me to have a brief talk with you two." Ed Hallman says as he looks across the table at Johnny LaMonica and Max Dillon.
"According to your boss, the two of you are responsible for more bodies than the plague."
Dillon chuckles slightly as electricity sparks off his fingers.
"As it stands, the police are investigating these murders, but nobody has any concrete leads....except one, Jefferson Skeevers was identified as the shooter on the back of the bike when LaMonica took out those corner boys a few weeks ago. It may be a problem Robbins will take up with you later, but right now they have a case, but not solid enough without the murder weapon. I need to ask, where is it."
LaMonica motions outside the office building.
"I got in my car. Jeff was shooting, but it's my gun and I want to keep it that way."
"You have got to get rid of it." Hallman says with a scowl.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll take care of it as soon as we get outta here."
"Okay. Now, second thing is this."
The lawyer reaches into his desk and pulls out two blank checks with different names at the top of each check.
"I'm going to need you to forge the names on the top of these checks. I'd do it myself, but I need two different types of handwriting."
***************
"I need a drink." Renee Montoya says as she sits down at the table, facing a mountain of files and paperwork.
Lieutenant Akins and Sergeant Sawyer stare at it with disdain.
"All these damn records. Not one thing has anything close to Two-Face's name." Sawyer says with a shake of her head.
Akins sits down at the table and looks at his two detectives.
"I expected that, but we need to cross reference the names of the properties and assets and see if they match up with any other records."
Suddenly, the squadroom door flys open and Cole, Driver, and Fields come in.
"Hail the conquering heroes!" Fields says, holding up a photo triumphantly.
"Who the hell is that, Detective?" Akins asks as he looks at the photo of a black man on the pier with a white man in a suit.
"Black guy is Skinny Pete, drug dealer we've been following. According to the CCDB, the white man is one Parker Robbins, aka The Hood. Did a three year stretch in juvy for Grand Theft Auto, and did some time in Blackgate for aggrivated assault. Apparently, Mr. Robbins is Two-Face's top lieutenant."
Akins nods and looks towards the bank of computers in the squadroom.
"We up on his cellphone?"
"He will be as soon as I write up this warrant." Cole says as he sits down at the computer.
Akins nods and smiles. Slowly but surely, the case is coming together.