The squad of police cars eventually got to to docks. The warehouse that Edward and I had chosen wasn't far from the main road.
"Right in here," I said, pointing.
"Are you sure this is the one?" The man in charge said. Gordon had called him Bullock.
"Yeah. I'm sure," I said, walking towards it. I reached for the doorknob before someone tugged it back.
"What are you doing! We don't know if that's dangerous or not, and we're going to want to print it," One of the policemen said. I nodded and stepped back.
I Hope Edward was wearing gloves… I thought nervously.
He was. He's not stupid. My voice chimed in. I shook me head and grimaced.
Now is really not the time, I thought. feeling my head start to throb. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my little bag of ibuprofen. It'll help with the headache, at least.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" Asked one of the officers. She was looking at the bag of medication curiously.
"I'm fine. I just get headaches a lot." I said, smiling weakly at her.
"We're done getting the prints. It's clean," the officer who had stopped me earlier shouted, opening the warehouse door.
The warehouse was dark, but Edward had done a good job of making it seem recently used. He'd brought in a few crates and set them up in a desk-like formation.
There was also a large one left cracked open to the side.
"Lyle. Check the open one there. Boys, search every corner," Bullock ordered, walking towards the desk. I followed him.
"Did you see this?" He asked, pointing at it. "Maybe anything that was on it?"
"No… I was kept in the backroom," I said, pointing to the solitary door near the back. "I only got a brief glance out here, and the table was covered in papers… and a few vials or something similar."
"Can I get a test over here for anything that might have been spilled?" He asked, pointing at the large crate. "Anything else you can tell us?" he asked, pulling out a pad of paper and glancing up at me expectantly.
"Uhh…" I said, freezing up. "I don't really know. I was pretty groggy the entire time…" I said, shrugging. "I tell you if something comes to me."
I was not a good liar. My mind was completely blank and I was really worried that I would slip up and endanger Jonathan and Edward.
"Sir! We've found traces of Arsenic and Nitrogen in here," the lady officer from before said. "I'll test the table now."
"Is she on forensics?" I asked, watching her dig into her bag, looking for something. Bullock rolled his eyes.
"Yeah. She was the only one available." He paused, scowling. "Hurry it up Lyle! we have more to do than just this today!"
"I'll be done in a minute, Bullock," She said, annoyance creeping into her usually sweet tone. Something told me that they didn't get along.
It was another two minutes before she spoke up again. "We have traces of heat, and some more nitrogen traces here. I suspect some chemistry. There-"
"Chemistry? That doesn't sound much like the Joker," Bullock said, raising an eyebrow at her.
"I wasn't finished yet, sir. I also found some DNa from the Joker's burned hair, and some joker toxin spilled on the crate," She crossed her arms, glaring at Bullock.
"Alright. Are you boys done searching?"
"We have the backroom left. We've found a few shreds of paper, but they don't seem to align. We'll need a more thorough examination."
"I'd also like to do a better examination of the table. If I could find out more about the process, then we might be able to tell what was made here," The forensics lady said, gesturing at the crate.
"That can probably be arranged…" Bullock said, looking around. "Let's go to the backroom."
I sighed. Now they were going to question me a lot. The room was covered in a thick layer of dust except for one area in the corner, which was only lightly dusted, as well as a few sets of footprints going in and out. In the lightly dusted area, a rusted bicycle chain sat. i had no idea what to tell them.
"This is where they kept you?" Bullock asked me, looking around the room. It was barely large enough for the five people in there.
"Yeah… they had bound my feet with the bicycle chain. I wa unconscious most of the time, but when I woke up, I couldn't move much because of that."
"Did you try to escape?" One of the officers said, getting a glare from Bullock.
"I'll do the questioning. But did you try to escape?" He asked. I nodded.
"I tried, but as I said, I couldn't move much. My hands were also handcuffed."
"Hmm… That concludes the investigation for now. We'll take you home, Miss Tate, and then run this all by Gordon."
"I'll walk, if that's alright," I said, smiling a little. "I have a few other errands."
"If you're sure," Bullock said, raising his eyebrow. "Thank you for your help."
"No problem," I said, watching as the officers all left. I pulled the recorder out of my pocket and turned it off. Time to visit Edward and Jonathan again. Maybe Harley as well, if I had time.
Author's note: Geez. Chapter 20 , here's the next chapter, and hope you all have a great day! Thank you so much for supporting this story for so long. (There's only about ten chapters or so left...)