[Immediately follows this entry.]“This is Gordon,” Jim Gordon answered ( Read more... )

Charlie Cole was looking in the mirror, tying the bowtie of his tuxedo, when his cell phone started to ring. He glanced down at the bathroom counter. Caller: Audrey Westfield. He wondered if she was going to cancel. They were supposed to be meeting at a charity event he'd been asked to attend, and she already said she would be late, due to her ( Read more... )

“Well? How did it go?” Charlie knew when the session was supposed to end and called her almost immediately after ( Read more... )

Audrey sat at a table in the far corner of the restaurant, nearly hidden behind the gigantic menu. It was a fairly upscale place, more expensive than she usually went for lunch. But as she'd told Jim Gordon over the phone, she had some City lunch money to spend. The allotment for her position wasn't huge, but she didn't do "working lunches" ( Read more... )

Jim Gordon was alive ( Read more... )

Audrey arrived at the coffee shop, tired and hungry. Her morning had been physically and emotionally taxing. She was well aware of the toll that her job could take, but today she felt it more keenly than ever, perhaps because of all that had been going on. Jane Doe was still missing and her victim had yet to be identified. Today's interview with ( Read more... )

Audrey arrived at Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane and went through the customary security procedures. After the guards were certain that the doctor was clear, she headed to the Medium-Security wing. As soon as she stepped inside, it was apparent that something was very wrong ( Read more... )

Audrey Westfield entered the squad room of the Major Crimes Unit, briefcase in one hand, cup of coffee in the other . It was bustling - more hectic than any of the precincts she'd ever encountered in Hartford. After a week in Gotham City, she was realizing that most of the City was like this - constantly buzzing with activity, for better or worse ( Read more... )