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Post by Emily on Sept 16, 2008 6:48:11 GMT -5
"You know where to find me," *she replied. Her mobile began to buzz silently, set to vibrate. She unhooked it and flipped it up to her ear.*
"Cloake. Yes. Excellent. Fax it to the Opera Morgue Office, I'll pick it up here. Thanks."
*She hung up and grinned at Dent.*
"...so I take it you shouldn't take an interest in what's been dug up on Crane."
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Post by Harvey Dent on Sept 16, 2008 6:55:23 GMT -5
*Harvey pursed his lips, pushing back an eager grin.*
"I suppose I could spare at least a few hours without risking too much of my rugged-yet-handsome appeal." *He joked. Then he grew more serious, but excited.*
"They got something? I'd love to see it."
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Post by Emily on Sept 16, 2008 7:09:38 GMT -5
*Emily grinned.*
"Come on, I'll show you the fax," *she said, going into the small office where the machine rang, buzzed and hummed as it spat out the report. She handed it to Dent.*
"Any surprises?"
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Post by Harvey Dent on Sept 17, 2008 7:10:37 GMT -5
((Neat pics.))
*Harvey's eyes scanned the page. It was obvious he hadn't found exactly what he was hoping for, but he gave a bit of a shrug.*
"I swear, everything about this man is circumstantial. He spent a lot of time in Gotham City...headed an institution there...a few rumors of misconduct, but nothing ever proven...testified in a lot of cases..."
*His eyes narrowed towards the bottom of the page.*
"He was under suspicion that he might have connections to the gangster Carmine Falcone. Helping his thugs get out of jail time by having them committed instead. Hmmm...."
*His eyes grew distant, as if he was trying to put all the obscure pieces together into a clear image.*
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Post by Emily on Sept 17, 2008 7:58:13 GMT -5
((Kris got me looking for the Illustrator filter on photoshop. I can fake being an artist, now. Or a comic-book character. ^__^))
"...so let's assume he's corrupt. Would he have signed off on this Renfield guy for a price? And why would Renfield have to fake his death?"
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Post by Harvey Dent on Sept 17, 2008 8:00:50 GMT -5
*Harvey shook his head.*
"The only thing I know about Renfield is what was in the original file. He was institutionalized for delusions and a compulsion about bugs or something. But if Crane is bad news, those details could be inaccurate."
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Post by Emily on Sept 17, 2008 8:08:23 GMT -5
"Renfield...Renfield...so there's more to Renfield? Did he kill anyone? Torture? Rape?"
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Post by Harvey Dent on Sept 17, 2008 8:13:31 GMT -5
"Possibly." *Harvey answered.* "But that's all it said. Didn't even mention who had him committed. But Crane wasn't eager to talk about it, if you know what I mean."
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Post by Emily on Sept 17, 2008 8:34:09 GMT -5
"We need to talk to Crane, then, first and foremost. We won't get anywhere with Renfield without the doctor's co-operation."
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Post by Harvey Dent on Sept 17, 2008 8:38:04 GMT -5
*A hint of a smile peeked in the corner of Harvey's mouth.*
"We? What happened to 'go home and get your beauty sleep'?"
*He arched a playful brow.*
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Post by Emily on Sept 17, 2008 9:14:25 GMT -5
"You turned your back on aesthetics in favour of moral integrity, it seems. How will you EVER make it as a politician?"
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Post by Harvey Dent on Sept 17, 2008 11:16:42 GMT -5
"I know, I know. I'm playing steep odds." *Harvey grinned.*
"But I like to make my own luck."
*He offered her the fax back.*
"So where do you want to start?"
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Post by Emily on Sept 17, 2008 11:26:53 GMT -5
"Does Crane have a home address?"
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Post by Harvey Dent on Sept 17, 2008 11:43:20 GMT -5
*Harvey shook his head.*
"When I first started looking into him, I tried to find one, but the only addresses I ever found were an office here at the Infirmary and a hotel room...."
*He dug in his back pocket for a moment, pulling out a wad of notes and scraps of papers. He tried to sort through them, some more legible than others.*
"At the Hilton."
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Post by Emily on Sept 17, 2008 12:38:04 GMT -5
"Oh, great. I've a friend there who could let me swipe the room key for a bit."
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