Chapter Ten
Encrypted Journal Entry -- Barbara Gordon March 4th I hate suicides. To me, it's a coward's way out. The Pitts gang body count thus far: three corpses, one arrest, and one fugitive. If nothing else, I take comfort in the fact that Earl Pitts, Ronnie Dixon, Jeff Hicks, and the Reverend Pitts will not be able to harm anyone ever again. According to a notice that I received on Delphi, the police raided a warehouse in the Garment District (a warehouse leased by Atavus). They found guns, 500,000 in cash, and about 2-million worth of Switch. A nice haul, if you ask me. It's said to be one of the largest drug busts in the city's history. There has to be a special place in Hell for men of The Cloth who do what the Rev. Pitts did. If ever there was a man who had no business being a minister, he was it. I feel sorry for the kids at Greenlefe House. I'm sorry that they had to be mixed up in this. Talk about the suffering of the innocents.
"I'm sorry I wasted everyone's time," said Dinah.
"I'd hardly call bringing down a drug ring a waste of time," Barbara replied. "If nothing else, we've accomplished THAT."
"It … irks me … that we were only able to get one person in custody," said Dinah.
"We'll get Darryl," said Barbara. "Sooner or later, we'll get him … there's no place to hide."
"I just can't help thinking that Jeff, Ronnie, and the Reverend are … getting off somehow."
"If it's any comfort to you," said Barbara. "Jeff, Ronnie, and the Reverend will now have to face what can only be described as … Final Justice."
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