Chapter 11—Interrogations (part 2)

Dick entered the interrogation room and hovered by the door. The picture that Carson showed Eck was taken about a year ago, and Dick's appearance had changed slightly since then. He began to wonder if asking to interrogate the suspect had been a good idea. He took a deep breath and walked around the table.

"I know your face," Eck said before Dick got the chance to sit down. "You were at the warehouse."

"I was," Dick replied easily. "How are you? Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Don't try the good cop act," Eck snarled, his features going dark. "Your pal already tried the other routine."

Dick realized he had no advantage over this man. He knew who Dick really was. "Then what can you tell me about Saturday night?"

"You were in the warehouse," Eck said, "zip tied to a chair and dressed in a Nightwing costume. You look pretty damn like him."

"I do?" Dick said, feigning surprise. He had to steer the conversation away from himself. "Did you receive any orders that night from your boss?"

Eck leaned forward. "Come to think of it, you're the same height as the guy. Same build too."

"He is an acrobat," Dick commented. "And I used to be. There's no way I could do any of that now."

"I know the Nightwing at the fire was a fake," Eck whispered. "That it was just a double. You may have everyone else fooled, but not me."

Dick let his eyes wander over the man. The right sleeve of his shirt was pulled up slightly and Dick could just make out the tattoo that was there. "Who's Sarah?"

"No one," he replied quickly.

"Really?" Dick said, leaning back in his chair, knowing he had the man. "Because I used to date a girl named Sarah. Really special girl, beautiful blond hair. Is your girlfriend blond?"

"She's my wife," Eck replied.

"So you took off your ring for the job," Dick surmised. "Didn't want to lose it? Or did you have other things in mind?"

"Boss doesn't want us to have anything that can identify us or trace back to her," Eck growled.

"How could a wedding ring trace back to—?" Dick trailed off. "Unless you were married to the boss?" He leaned forward again.

Eck squirmed in his chair. He was caught and he knew it. "I'm not saying anything else."

Dick studied the man again. "Were you wearing a necklace when you were apprehended?" he asked.

"Yeah." Eck sat up in surprise. "Had my wedding ring on it."

Dick stood. "Thank you, Mr. Eck. That will be all for today." He walked quickly out of the interrogation room and said to the chief, "Check his wedding ring. It could give us a clue to who this Sarah is."

"Thanks, Grayson," Franco said. "How'd you know what to look for?"

"I was obsessed with Sherlock Holmes books when I was a kid," Dick shrugged. "The one thing Sherlock kept telling Watson was that the smallest, most seemingly unimportant details can usually solve a case."

"Well maybe we should require a class in Sherlock Holmes at the academy," Franco joked lightly. "Carson, Cooper, I want you two to go take another look at that ring. Let me know immediately what you find."

"We'll get right on it, Chief," Cooper said.

"Good." Franco nodded at them and they headed towards the evidence room. "And Grayson, can you fill out a report on everything you remember from your kidnapping?"

"Yes, ma'am," Dick said. He turned and headed back to his office.

I'll have part 3 up on Monday for you guys! I'm on vacation this weekend, and mountain cabins sadly do not have internet. Thanks so much for reading! This story is quickly drawing to a close, and even though there aren't many of you here, I'm very greatful for the few reviews that I've gotten! So, thanks again for reading and please leave me a review!

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