Never underestimate your source. Dead dicks do.
Even so, I barely make the scene. Gotham’s finest have chalked the stiff already – the line was drawn flat across the neck. Hilarious. I guess he collects them. I nod to a badge who owes me.
Questions pour down like the rain. This case is riddled with possibilities. But first, I have to see if he was right.
I unzip the bag. The costumes yellow green against the red and the truth hits me like a .45 slug.
Someone’s gunning for masks and made it personal.
He not only wants to hurt the Bat. He wants to fight him.
Return to Julia’s Place.