| “Case?.... As in closed or open.. And is Jeremy no longer among the living?” Dr Scoot interjected as the two began to chat it up. |
Dirk turned and raised an eyebrow at the Doctor's question, "Open. If you'd read the letter you allegedly received you would have known that. You also would have known Jeremy has been missing for over two years." Perplexed now Dirk asked, "You did
read the letter didn't you?"
| “ Well since he isn’t here, I could leave my hotel and room number till he gets back, I’m sorry to meet you fine gentlemen under these strange times”. Alonzo reopened his black umbrella, carried by his grey leather driving gloves, and turn to begin to walk away and leave the police to their business. “ Gentlemen, does it rain like this all the time? I guess its kinda like Seattle Washington but without the coastal air... Strange times, indeed”. Tipping his hat proceeds to lave the officers to their duties. |
Dirk was a bit confused, where on earth did this daft man think he was going. Dirk had never bought into all the talk about Negros, but this fella was bringing a few choice sayings to mind.
"Woah woah woah Doc, I don't know where you think your going but I'm going to have to ask you to stick around for a bit." Dirk waved Ferd and Val over, before continuing, "Listen I don't know what you all expected to find when you got here but this isn't a Sunday trip down to good ole Gramps house." He took a step away from the center of the door frame so he could see all four men. "I assumed that if anyone did respond to Mr. Everfield's letters, and ended up in Arkham, they'd have come either expecting a mad man or an open investigation."
Dirk pulled his jacket tighter around himself and straightened his umbrella. "And Doc yes
it rains all the time. It hasn't stopped raining in over two years." Dirk squinted at the black man, "Another thing you'd have known had you actually received or read one of the letters sent out by Mr. Everfield." Come to think of it, Harry had called the people who broke into the house, 'shadowy'. Prejudice aside, shadowy could certainly apply to a black man. But no that didn't fit. Why would he have come up to the house pretending to be one of the letter recipients, but appear to have no real knowledge of the contents? Beyond that he'd approached with a crowd around. No reason for one of Harry's killers to be that bold and suddenly turn take and run.
He decided to stop theorizing for the time being. These men weren't suspects or really witnesses, but they were
leads. And God knew leads were what Dirk Garther needed.
"Alright listen up gents, I know your all likely wanting to get out of the rain, and you all likely have some questions that I can answer. The feeling is mutual." He said with a shiver, "I'd make this sound more polite but I get the distinct feeling I need to be expressly clear. I'm going to have to ask all four of you to come with me to the local police precinct. I need to ask you some questions."
Dirk waited for his words to sink in before he began walking back towards the corner he'd been standing at for the last few hours. He turned and walked back wards for a bit so he could see if everyone was following or not, "And if anyone's having any ideas about not accompanying me, you ought to know that the gentleman who wrote to you all is dead." He paused for dramatic effect, "This is an ongoing homicide investigation." With that Dirk walked to the street corner, turned right, walked for a couple of blocks, took a left, walked for another block, and finally stopped at the undercover police cruiser he'd used to get here.
He waited for everyone to catch up before telling them all to pile in. Time to see if he could get a lead in this unsolvable case.