[h2] Dirk Garther [/h2]

	The man with the cigar was starting to get nervous. He didn't like how many people were showing up to Old Jeremy Tarfelt's place. It was still a crime scene for crying out loud. Dirk Garther's teeth clenched tighter on the cigar in his mouth. The frustration that had been building up ever since he'd moved to Arkham was starting to reach it's climax. A week ago he would have called it irritation, and chalked it up to acclimatizing to a new police department, no different from the way most people felt when they started new jobs. That was before he and his partner had seen the red light on the corner of 5th and Dawn, and had called in to the precinct from a telephone booth to see if their assistance was needed. It had been. 
	They were told to head to 1111 S Curlew Dr. to help with a missing persons case. Dirk scoffed, it hadn't been much of a missing persons case. He shook his head. To be a missing person cases someone actually had to be missing. But there was no question where Harry Everfield was.
         He'd yelled at his superiors when they decided to close the case a day later. He'd insisted he be given the case, determined to do justice to the crime that he was sure had taken place in that house. The house where five strangers were now milling about.
	He noticed one was keeping his distance. It was hard to make him out since he was farther off than the others, but Dirk could still make him out. He could be trouble. Then again that loud fella that had drove by could be up to no good too. The others hadn't done anything to strange, though Dirk had nearly arrested them both on the spot when they'd walked inside the house. 
        Dirks ears perked up at the mention of the paint on the window. Interesting. They acknowledged it's existance. When he had pointed that out to other cops most of them had pretended not to notice or care. Still that didn't prove they weren't suspects, or that they didn't know anything about Harry. He needed to wait a little longer, needed to see what else he could find out about them. The first two claimed to be there about Harry's letters that'd he'd sent out. Normally Dirk would have been inclined to believe that. But with the strange things he'd seen the last few days... Dirk cracked his knuckles idly. He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all.