Chapter 7

Questions



Bullock walked into the massive penthouse. While it was impressive he wasn't really wowed by it. Being a cop, esp a Homicide Detective allowed him entry into many of Gotham's wealthier citizens. He had seen mansions and penthouses from all decades and styles. It was nothing to new him. Sure he may stop to admire some strange looking piece of art but Bullock was there for a purpose and not to idol the rich.

"Mr. Osborn, I'm glad you're able to speak to me." Bullock said to him

"Captain, it's a pleasure meeting you. Can we talk in my office?"

"That's fine, Mr. Osborn."

"Call me Norman, Captain."

Bullock ignored him as he followed Osborn into the office. It was quite neat and tidy for a man in Osborn's position. Bullock imagined stacks of papers and monitors reading stock charts and ticker symbols. He expected it to look something like his office, at least.

"Would you like a coffee, something to drink?"

"No, thank you."

Osborn sat in his chair and Bullock across from him. Bullock noticed the chairs were either smaller or built lower than the chair Osborn sat in so he could look down on Bullock. Luckily Bullock's height made up the difference and was able to meet Osborn equally.

"I hope Ms. Davison was able to assistant in your investigation."

"She really hasn't Mr. Osborn. You see we haven't been able to figure out what was done in that lab. We've been stonewalled by your people."

"Well that's understandable Captain, but my company is bound by the federal government as to who I can discuss what I do in terms of research."

"I'm GCPD, Mr. Osborn. Not Star Labs, not Lexcorp, not Wayne-Powers. I'm not your competitors. I don't have stock tickers nor stock holders. I'm a cop and I serve the public. I need to know what happened in there to figure out who killed Doctor Owens"

"You present a good argument Captain Bullock and you know what I can help you in one respect. Over Oscorp we're working on some new battlesuit technology with the government. You know how they like to have new and shiny toys. This technology included what we like to call 'enhancers'."

"Stuff that makes the soldier do better at what he does."

"Exactly, Captain."

"Getting back to Doctor Owens, do you have any idea why he was killed?"

Osborn smiled. "Unfortunately I'm clueless as to what happened."

"Where were you?"

"I was over in Blüdhaven, checking up on things."

"I see, can you.."

"My assistant can provide you with the travel receipts and anything you can request."

"Okay then. Now we found something else that you might enlighten us to."

"What's that?"

"Over at the Lexcorp bombing site. We found trace explosives that connect to your company. Have you had thefts any disgruntled employees that had access?"

"None at all. The people who handled those materials are rigorously screened for any criminal background."

"So your son wouldn't be one of those people." Bullock jammed in so he could throw Osborn off.

Osborn was taken aback and scowled at Bullock. He had the urge to jump across that desk and strangle him for that remark. But he was able to keep cool and calm. He knew there would be a time and a place for everything. Osborn didn't respond to what Bullock had said and kept going.

"Perhaps this information could've been faked or was taken over at one of our international facilities."

"So you don't know?"

"I'm one man, Captain. I can't explain the actions of some manager over in Russia if one of the guards had too much to drink and someone walked away with explosive. Either that manager didn't report it or dealt with the problem locally."

"All right, then."

"I hope I've been to some use, Captain Bullock."

"I think you've had, Mr. Osborn. Although there was one other thing I forgot to mention."

"Oh what's that?"

"There was something else found in that lab."

"What?"

"We found a broken vial some feet away from where Owens was killed. We've been able to get DNA from the saliva on the vile. Will be able to figure out who was in the lab when the murder occurred."

Osborn was taken aback. He had forgotten about such a minor detail like that. He realized that if they ran the DNA through the records and connect it to him. It would be impossible to hide what he had been doing after the experiment.

"By the way," Bullock said as he got up from his chair. "We've got guys in the department calling what ever hit Lexcorp last night. The Green Goblin."

"Green Goblin?"

"Well from what we can tell from the footage. The armor that this guy is wearing is green. Besides the two words kind of go together well. Better than Green Boogie man or Green Gremlin. Although that one could also work, but I'm just rambling Mr. Osborn. Contact me if you have any more information."

"I'll do that, Captain."

"Good day, Mr. Osborn."

"The same."

Bullock shook hands with Osborn and left. When Bullock was out of the penthouse, Osborn smiled evilly and cackled softly to himself.



It would be a matter of time before Bullock would get the reports back from Colfax and her team. In the mean time all he could do was wait. After handling his paperwork and various other department matters he headed home to his apartment. Things were quiet, maybe he'd order a movie off the net and settle in a with a couple of beers. The life of a single police commander was filled with such possibilities.

He got off the elevator and moved slowly to his apartment. Bullock went over and put his keys into the door. He opened it slowly and closed the door behind him. He then felt for the light switch and turned it on. When the lights came on, he was in for a quite a shock.

"Hello, Captain Bullock." The sinister voice said to him

Bullock instinctively pulled out his gun and trained on the thing in his apartment. He knew what it was. It was the Green Goblin.