Chapter Five
Encrypted Journal Entry -- Barbara Gordon
July 15th
It would seem that we've caught our Slasher. According to the police records on Delphi, blood spatter and bone fragments from two of the victims were found on the sleeve of one of Darryl's jackets -- bodily tissues that could have only gotten there had Darryl fired the gun. In addition, ballistics tests have traced the bullets back to Mr. Pitts's beloved 9mm. A military-surplus K-bar knife found in the back of his SUV provided the final piece of the puzzle. The entry wounds on each of the victims matched the blade of that particular knife.
As a result of all this, Mr. Pitts is now serving a 300-year prison sentence at Attica.
I'm glad that we can finally put this case behind us. I'm glad also for Dinah -- it would seem that her four-year-old nightmare has finally ended.
"I gotta hand it to ya', kid," said Helena. Dinah was throwing jabs at the punching bag in the training room. Helena was standing off to one side, watching her.
"What do you mean?" asked Dinah.
"The way you worked over Darryl Pitts," said Helena. "That took guts."
Dinah stopped punching the bag. "I never really gave it much thought," she said. "I just had a job to do."
"If it were me, I would've killed the guy."
"I know," said Dinah with a shy smile. "What's more, Oracle knew that too. That's one reason she sent me out there. That…" Dinah resumed punching the bag. "…And to keep YOU … from getting killed," she said between punches.
Helena clapped a hand on Dinah's shoulder. "Thanks for being there," she said with a smile.
Dinah stopped punching once more. "That's what friends are for," she said with a grin.
THE END