[center][h2][color=2e3192]Inspector Barry Lexington[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=2e3192]“Fine. Fine, but no promises I won't have more questions later"[/color]

Within a matter of second, Barry was alone in the office. It was quiet, it was even more a mess, and somewhere in the back of Barry's mind he was half-waiting for something to jump on him out from hiding. With August and Dr. Dupree out of the room, Barry simply stood and looked around from the middle of the room for a moment; [i]I really don't want to clean up this mess...[/i]Barry looked at the folder he still held in his hand, reading the title once and twice again, as if the answer would appear like an invisible ink. 

Nothing happened, as one would expect. Well, except from the nagging feeling in his head, he felt as if he was being watched. [color=2e3192]"Oh to hell with this, I'm not dealing with this mess now...But I guess Dr. Steiner wouldn't mind some company?"[/color]

Barry closed the door behind him and tried to lock the door on instict. Realizing he had no key, he gave a quick around the corridor behind him, and walked away. Still holding the folder in his right hand, he began searching for the office to Dr. Steiner. Hopefully he would have some answers, or knew someone who had answers. Hell, as long as he could tell him Dr. Atkins' home-adress he'd be thankful. 

The office was not difficult to find. Barry knocked on the door, waiting for a reply, and went in. 

[color=2e3192]“Good morning, Dr. Steiner. Barry Lexington, Arkham Police Department. I need to talk to you about Dr. Atkins."[/color]


[center][h2][color=f7941d]Dr. Arthur Steiner[/color][/h2][/center]

[b]Some time later...[/b]

Arthur was once again alone in his office; the [i]chat[/i] he had had with Officer Lexington had been less that pleasent, but nothing Arthur wouldn't expect from the police these days. He had answered all of his questions as far as he could - and wanted to -, and the cop was happy with most of his answers. And when he wasn't, Arthur could see Lexington staring him down, hoping to intimidate him into answering. Lucky for Arthur, he was used to these kinds of staring-contests. Soon the officer was annoyed enough to give up, but he assured Arthur that [color=2e3192]“I'll be in touch until this case is closed and shut. Don't leave town, Dr. Steiner."[/color]

As soon as he was alone again, he pulled up the letter; [i][color=9e005d]F.D.[/color]...Was it a name?[/i] The thought raced through his mind quicker than a speeding bullet. Even if it was so remote that even a Russian cossack hadn't plundered or terrorized it, Arthur felt an ever growing urge to find answers. He was about to get up from his chair and head to the library, when someone knocked on his door. 

[color=f7941d]"Come in, the door's open."[/color]