Early Birds
He hasn't slept since he can't remember. The rush of the last three tag and bags, or so he tells himself with a grimace. There's no time to think. He licks the sandpaper he has passing for lips and rubs the stubble on his chin while he dials his disposable cell phone. One more chintzy h'ordeuvre before dinner.
"Good morning. Is this Drake residence? This is Officer Gransberg of the Gotham PD." He flips open the wallet of the dead cop and muses about the nice family picture he lets float down to the body. "Badge number? Certainly..."
"Good morning. Is this Drake residence? This is Officer Gransberg of the Gotham PD." He flips open the wallet of the dead cop and muses about the nice family picture he lets float down to the body. "Badge number? Certainly..."