"Good assessment," I said with a nod. "I'd say just about everything was spot on. The use of terror isn't necessarily indicative of childhood or early trauma. As you've seen before it can be just a really great motivator. Now the museum doesn't close until ten. I wonder if you'll help me out on something before then."

 I quickly ran down my current investigation into the barrel of limbs and blood. From the first meeting with Gordon to my discovering Purple Hue and their habit of using reformed Eastern European gangsters as drivers. I then pulled up an audio file on my computer and hit play. The voice recognition software already cataloged the two participants in the phone call: Salvatore Maroni and Falcone capo Antoni "Toots" Legarrio.

"Years of FBI wiretaps has led to the the mob having the strictest phone discipline of any organized crime syndicate. They never talk business over the phone and only do it in face to face meetings. The Falcone family's fronts don't use Wayne Tech, but I cloned Legarrio's phone months ago and activate its mic whenever he's talking business. I was able to glean this from the mic on his phone a few hours ago."

[i]"This goddamn mess"[/i] said Maroni. [i]"These finocchio they can get away with doing this shit? They think we're week since Carmine went away? We need to show 'em who runs the city, you hear me, Toots? You need to send them a message."[/i]

[i]"Just tell me when and where, boss."[/i]

[i]"Billy the Beaut has a cathouse him and all his guys make rounds to once a week. Tonight is the night they go there. Make sure it's the last time they ever get laid."[/i] 

The audio ended with the sound of Toots' deep chuckle. I turned away from the computer and back to Dick.

"Whoever killed all those men, it wasn't Russo or the Gnucci Family. What Falcone and Legarrio are about to do will incite a gang war in the city and endanger countless civilians lives that would be caught in the crossfire. I need your help to stop Legarrio from carrying out the hit."