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Ferd Smith


Ferd was a bit taken aback by the sudden shift in tone as Dirk introduced himself. A cop, of course! It made sense they might be keeping an eye on the place. Ferd was certain that if the case was still open at all that the cops had no idea where to even begin looking for culprits. He squinted at Dirk. Actually now that he thought about it, why on earth was this case still open. Ferd knew that a case like this was doomed to be filed under "unsolved", most police stations closed these sort of cases shortly after opening them. They we're usually considered a waste of time.

Ferd flinched at the mention of breaking and entering. Please no jail, please no jail. Yes! Haha he was going to let it slide! Ferd inwardly pumped his fists in the air.
He listened to everything Dirk said, peering at the badge when it was produced. Satisfied Ferd extended a hand, "Pleasure to meet you Officer Garther. Apologies for walking in unannounced, and well," Ferd scratched his head in embarrassment, "for the hostile greeting just not." He bobbed his head to the side, pulling one side of his mouth into a thin but apologetic smile, "What with, well you know." Ferd jerked his head at Jeremy's house. "Like I said, we're a tad on edge at the moment."
Dirk Garther


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.
Ferd Smith


Ferd nearly choked on the greeting half way through his throat. Why in the hell was Val threatening the guy? Ferd felt a pang in his chest. It was probably his own fault. He'd been treating everyone with suspicion, and he hadn't been shy about it. Still it wasn't like they Knew this guy was there watching them. He could just be a local. Though Ferd thought it strange he chose to smoke out in the rain. He was acting far too leisurely.
When there was no response to Val's taunts Ferd raised an eyebrow. Then Val turned and shrugged at Ferd as if to say alright I'm done, you get the guy to talk.

Ferd nodded and looked back towards the man they were approaching. Now that they were closer Ferd could make him out better. Sure enough he looked like your average local, umbrella and all. He seemed to be looking at the two of them now. Apparently he'd heard Val after all. Ferd resisted the urge to rub his eyes tiredly. Why we're all humans such pains to deal with? None of them were simple, and they seldom obeyed their own unwritten laws of conduct. Polite people would have at least cursed back at Val. Oh well. To work.

Ferd raised a hand in greeting, "Hey there. Listen bud my friend and I are a bit on edge right now, a couple friends of ours appear to be missing, and their house has been trashed. You can imagine how we're feeling right now, and when one of us noticed your line figure just setting outside like this... well like I said. You can imagine how we're all feeling right now." Ferd kept walking towards the man, trying to get a better look at him. "We don't want no trouble, but that's exactly why we were hoping you wouldn't mind telling us if you know what happened to our friends, and why you look like your trying so hard to look so uninterested, but never seem to take your eyes off us." Ferd grumbled silently at himself. It wasn't a great bluff, but Richard had seemed pretty sure this guy was casing the joint. Hopefully he took the bait and came clean.
Dirk Garther


Well shite. He'd thought he'd been rather inconspicuous. What sorta folk assumed a man having a smoke outside what was presumably his own home was eavesdropping on anyone? The one who spoke gave off gangster vibes, and Dirk bit into his cigar angrily at his queries. Where did this Bruno get off? Did he have a death wish or something? Dirk was no fool, these boys were clearly newly aquatinted, which meant this loud mouth wasn't rolling with his usual possy. Yet here he came, posturing at Dirk like a bristlin an spittin alley cat. Dirk rolled his eyes. Gangsters. Where did they get all this self assured pride. Whatever. Just another goon in the end.

Dirk just stared at the approaching silhouettes. What did he care? Far as these guys knew he was just a mild mannered local who liked smoking a big one in the rain. Let em get a bit closer. See what he could tell about em in a couple a minutes. Then he'd decide what he'd do with em.
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Ferd glanced over his shoulder at Richards shouted request. He stifled a smile and turned to holler up the stairs in reply, cupping one hand around his mouth.

"Sure thing Richard. No offense meant." He said. Ferd's ears pricked up at Val's word play. He chuckled out loud and smiled. He was starting to like Val.

It looked like neither James or Ambrose wanted to come along, so Ferd waved a quick goodbye and joined Val on the porch.

The rain hadn't let up, though Ferd knew it was wishful thinking to hope that it would have in the short amount of time since they'd all walked into the house.

He turned to look for the man Richard claimed he had seen standing out in the street. When Val spoke up again Ferd was surprised. How on earth had he found the man? He couldn't see as much as a silhouette in this fog. He followed Val's gaze and squinted as hard as he could. There? Maybe that was the man? He could just make out what looked like an arm holding what he assumed was a lit smoke of some kind. As the point of blurry red light moved up to where a man's head might be Ferd felt safe assuming that was the man he was looking for.

"Well shall we?" Ferd asked Val, waving an arm in front of himself as he walked off the porch. "Onward Chauncey!" Ferd called into the fog as he strolled toward the fellow in the fog. He wasn't to concerned about the man, after all if he was dangerous he probably would have done something by now. Still it would pay to be careful. Ferd made sure to keep in step with Val, thinking that the buddy system might be the only defense available to him at the moment. He'd have to get his hands on a pistol soon. He still had a bad feeling about this case.
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Ferd Smith


As Richard walked up the stairs Ferd responded, "Ferd or Fred are both fine with me, I've been called worse things." He smiled at his own joke. He furrowed his brow at Richards comment about the house not looking very good a few years back. True the first floor had always been a bit messy, but was the man blind? Rot and decay covered nearly every inch of the place, save for the outside. Ferd felt the corner of his mouth tugging down into a concerned frown. Hopefully Richard wasn't one of those detectives that only accepted the cold hard reality they were used to. That would be a bit uncomfortable.

"You mentioned a connection in Boston? What's the name, I'm from those parts myself, maybe I know him." Ferd commented distractedly. He'd been hired to find a book huh? Didn't sound very outside of Jeremy's realm of interest, but why in the world hadn't he just gone and done it himself? At the mention of North Africa Ferd's ears perked up. Really? Was Richard saying that because Jeremy had told him about the cave he was looking for, or had the book Richard had recovered mentioned Africa? Was it possible Jeremy had gotten ahold of one of those journals he'd been so interested in a few years ago?

Ferd had to admit being here with out permission didn't exactly look good. They should probably make their presence known to the local authorities sooner rather than later. Ferd thought he remembered Richard mention something about some peeper hanging around nearby. One of them should probably go check that out.

Val's hand on Ferd's shoulder was a surprise. Ferd looked at the slightly shorter man. Interesting bloke this one, not the callous sort of criminal, then again he might merely be checking in on Ferd out of self preservation. It didn't pay to have jumpy unreliable along on a heist.

Ferd gave Val a half smile, "Yeah everythings fine Val. Thanks for going along with me just now." Ferd nodded at the door, "I think I'm gonna take a quick ankle outside, Richard mentioned something about something about some dewdropper kickin around outside. I'm hopin it's just some Jack out on a bender, but you never know. After than I think I'll head down to the local bull pen." Ferd jermed a thumb towards the stairs Richard had just waltzed up. "Ole Rich makes a point, we don't need the coppers comin in and gettin the wrong idea." Ferd stood up from the wall strolled towards the door.

Almost on a whim he turned back to Val and said, "Wanna come along? Thought I'd try and find me a quilt along the way, might not be a bad idea to have us a chin." With another nod at the stairs Ferd went on, "Rich like as not can handle the snoopin here for now, to many bodies ed just get in the way." Ferd turned to the other two men and said, "One of ya's is welcome to come along as well, but we'd best at least make sure there's two of us together at all times. Oh and if the two that stay end up blowin outa here before me an whoever gets back they outa leave a note. Least that's what I'd say we should do." Ferd stopped waiting for an answer, still working through what little information he'd gotten his hands on at this point. He had some general leads at this point, but as usual nothing concrete.
Ferd pulled out the letters he'd stuffed away and began rifling through them.
"James, James." He muttered to himself, "Ah!" He pulled a letter out of the group. There is was, written in bold across the folded partchment.

"James Anderson," He read aloud, and meant to continue but noticed the man was holding out his ID for inspection. Ferd found the man's compliance refreshing, he'd half expected him to refuse the way the boxer had. Reaching for the James' ID Ferd noticed the man's almost submissive countenance. Almost in opposition to Ambrose's fierce warrior like pride, James' gave off what Ferd could only think of as an aura of meek compliance. The smile he gave Ferd clearly came naturally to the man, sealing Ferd's initial thoughts. Whatever the man's reasons, it seemed clear that he made a habit of avoiding conflict. Ferd decided that was enough to know for now, but he made a mental note to observe the man further. If he was simply a pacifist that was more or less fine, but if he was a coward, well that could be a problem.

Ferd made a show of looking over the man's ID, feeling a need to show the man a measure of curtosy after his very polite and compliant response to Ferd's demands. It had only taken a moment for Ferd to decide it looked real enough, but he lingered for a moment, choosing to make note of certain details in case they came up later. Ferd found it payed live up to parts he played, as it kept him from being caught with his pants down.

Handing the ID back and pocketing the letters again, Ferd commented, "Wakefield Springs eh? I've spent a fair amount of time in Maine but I've never heard of Wakefield. What part is that in?" Ferd's voice had taken on a congenial tone again, and his posture had relaxed again. Everyone seemed authentic. Maybe this would turn out to be a relaxing case. He had multiple people to work with, and the atmosphere had lightened considerably. Maybe Ferd would even enjoy himself this time. Perhaps there was no reason to worry after all.

Upon finishing that thought the hair stood up on the back of his neck. Ferd felt dread grip at his stomach. That wasn't a good sign. Ferd had long ago learned to trust his instincts, and the small impressions he often received. He'd found they kept him alive more often than not. Occasionally he'd been called psychic, and told he had some sort of sixth sense. Ferd disagreed, or if he did have a sixth sense, then he was sure all humans had the same sense. Most just don't know what to do with the information that sense gave them. To Feed things as simple as the hair standing up on his neck were his brains way of interpreting information that sixth sense fed it. So what was he sensing?

Just then he was reminded of the only blatantly strange thing he'd seen so far. Taking care to ensure his countenance didn't change, Ferd casually looked over his shoulder ever so briefly. The dread he'd begun feeling cemented in the bottom of his stomach as he returned his gaze to the group. The image painted on the kitchen window was gone. A turmoil of thoughts and emotions began whirling in Ferd's mind. He didn't know why it was gone, or if that was what had caused the feeling of unease he'd received. The only thing he was certain of was that he'd been wrong. He should most definitely be worried.
Ferd Smith




Ferd chuckled at Richards comment. "You said it, there aint no sun, and I've seen more than my fair share of strange things." Ferd frowned at the now cold butt in his mouth. He'd have to remember to get his own pack. He didn't want to keep bumming them off of others. Flicking the butt towards a pile of rubble near the stairs he continued, "In my experience it pays to be plenty careful. Careless men tend to pay for their carelessness in spades."

Ferd paused and looked over his shoulder at Ambrose. Wow. What a change in countenance. Moments ago the man had looked like a predator sizing up it's meal, but now he was more comparable to a sheep. Head slightly bowed in embarrassment, and tone apologetic. Ferd decided he'd file that information on the man away for now. Could be important. He waved a hand, "Is what it is my man, don't fret over it. I imagine that men who have spent time in the ring, such as yourself, become accustomed to being ready for a fight at the drop of a hat."

Ferd leaned against what he hoped was a sturdy section of wall, just past the kitchen entrance. Well that was unfortunate. He'd hoped one of the two men might have a closer relationship with Old Jeremy, or if he was really lucky, know something about the Harry fella. Oh well, he'd have to make due with what he had.

Responding to both fellows, Ferd said, "Well not to much yet. When we got here the door was already the mess you see, which I assume can be blamed on the blokes that Harry said forced their way in to work him over. As for the rest of the house, well," Ferd waved a hand at the mess surrounding them. "I've actually been here before, a couple of years ago. The place looked much nicer back then, I'd of compared it to any of the respectable houses in Arkham back then. No rot, no rubble, and to top that the place is relatively new. Jeremy tore down the old place when he bought the land and built a brand new one in it's place, so there's no way this level of decay should have taken place, especially not since I was here last."

Just then Ferd heard shouting from the streets. Moments later a small wiry man burst into the doorway. Ferd's eye's narrowed, and he said, "Apologies sir, but since you seem to have eavesdropped on our conversation I'll assume you saw the suspicion I treated these fellows with. It's nothing against you, but since we're all strangers and this seems to be a bit of a strange situation, I'm going to have to ask for your name. If it matches one of the letters which I've received curtesy of Val here, then we wont have a problem." He glanced around the room, "I hope no one has any objections, as I said I simply don't see how some caution could hurt here."
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