[h3] Dirk Garther [/h3]

	Well well well. Wasn't this interesting? He knew both mens faces. Ferd Smith, and Valentino Ricci. Well that was good, now he knew exactly why these men where here, including the ones still in the house. In fact less than enemies, they were likely to turn out his allies. He threw his cigar away with a sigh of relief. Finally. He'd been hoping these boys would show up.

	Dirk began to stand up but paused when Ferd began talking at him. How had they known he'd been watching? An image of the car that had rolled by flashed across his mind. Ah. That bloke must have noticed. Annoying. 
Dirk finished straitening up and started walking towards the men, a smile on his face.

	"Hullo there, Ferd, Val. Names Dirk Garther with the Arkham City Police Department. No need for the hostile greeting, I'm out in this God forsaken weather working your friend Jeremy's case." Dirk narrowed his eyes, "Speaking of which I don't appreciate your letting yourself in. Especially since your digging around my crime scene uninvited." Dirk paused a moment to let his words sink in. He then continued, "However this case is... Unique. Listen the truth is I need your boys help. We've got no leads, and half our evidence makes no real sense. Ever since we heard about the letters Harry sent out we've been hoping you lot would be able to answer some of our questions."

	 Dirk noticed Val fidgeting with what was likely a pistol in his pocket. He rolled his eyes, "Easy lad. I swear I'm no enemy of yours." He said producing his badge. "At least not on this case." He said pointedly looking at Val. Might as well make sure the guy knew this copper knew the score.