Chapter 10
Unanswered
It had been a while since Bullock had given a press conference. He sat in the wings dressed in one of his better suits waiting for the city spokesman to finish up what he'd been saying about the recent attacks and especially the explosion at Osborn's Penthouse.
"Now, I'd like the introduce you to Captain Bullock; He is commander of the Major Crimes Unit who have been leading this investigation. Captain-" The spokesman called Bullock over. That was his que.
Bullock walked onto the stage with some papers in his hands. He stopped at the podium and got himself organized.
"Before I'd answer questions." Bullock told the press and the cameras as. "I want to say that what ever has been attacking our city has ceased to exist. We've found no sightings nor anything that will tell us otherwise. While I can't say we are free from this menace. There is proof that whoever or whatever has been doing this. Has left, given up, or died. I will now answer questions."
The room erupted as the reporters threw there questions at Bullock. He had to squint from under the bright lights. "Yes" He pointed to a reporter in the front row.
"Ben Urich: Gotham News Wire Service. Has there been any developments in relation to the explosion at Osborn's Penthouse?"
"I can say that the investigation is still on going. While there is speculation I can say so far we have not recovered a body but that could change at any time. Next question."
The reporters continued to clamor feverishly as they shouted questions at Bullock. But it was unlikly to get many answers. Although he had more answers than Harry Osborn would have.
He stood there watching the conference on one of the many monitors in Hamilton High. He didn't know how to react. He was numb about the entire thing. Sure it was the loss of his father but he never really was much of a father. It was going to take him a lot of time to sort things out.
While watching the tv, McGinnis and Parker came by to Harry Osborn.
"Hello Harry." Parker said to him
"Hi" Osborn replied back
There was another pause until McGinnis opened his mouth. "You know, you can always come to us. We've been through similar situations like this Harry."
"I understand, Terry. But I'm just going to need time on this one."
"That seems like the best plan of action."
"You know," Parker said randomly. "Some say that Batman had a hand in that explosion over at your dad's penthouse."
McGinnis trying to hide his surprise. "Who said that?"
"My boss over at GNWS. Of course she's got a thing for blaming anyone in a suit. Especially ones that fight in masks. What do you think, Harry?"
Osborn looked at the both of him. His mind a confusion of emotion. "I don't know what to think." He said and then began to walk down the deserted halls beginning that never ending search on how to respond and to adapt to the loss of a loved one.
It was a simple job for Detective First Adena Grover. All she had to do was supervise the collection of evidence at Norman Osborn's penthouse. Whatever beauty was now destroyed under soot and debris. It was a shattered and broken place that would quickly return to its formal state. Such real estate in Gotham never went unsold.
She calmly walked around the crime scene, careful not to harm any evidence that might be collected. As she walked over to the now shattered windows that looked upon the city. She noticed a somewhat large pile of debris. It was larger than the others and yet it hadn't been looked at. With a pair of gloves, Grover carefully picked through the debris til what she found on the bottom caught her eye.
Buried under the pieces of charred furniture and masonry, there was an object that just looked like some lump of metal. But when Grover looked at it even closer she could see a gleam in what appear to be eyes. Despite her training, rank and experience she didn't know what to make of it.
What was looking back was a mask. The Green Goblin's mask.
The End