Dick and Carlos finished organizing the information from the Bludhaven and
Gotham PD's files into an organized interdepartmental jacket. As Dick sat
back in his chair he received an e-mail. Opening it he finds information on
the mornings surveillance as well as a file attachment. The attachment
features a list of information to be forthcoming including accounting
records, images, and sound recording on the Valestra family dealing and
connections. The information covers over ten years of history and has file
created within the past eight years. Dick is impressed. He views the bottom
of the e-mail to find a simple line. "The night shift will have the
evidence by morning." Dick deletes the message and tries to devise a plan
to keep his partner from discovering out about Gotham's dark avenger's
involvement in the case.
"Hey, you want some coffee?" Montoya nods and watches as Dick leaves to get the much needed beverages. Montoya is satisfied with the progress they have made, but wishes that they could just go after the woman and make her give them the information. He ponders why Dick and the commissioner are unwilling to take of the kit gloves with this woman. Anyone else would have been at the station by now and facing charges of interfering in police business, but this woman was wandering around and in danger. Carlos was willing to go along for know, but was becoming seriously concerned that they would loose their chance.
The ringing of the phone derailed Montoya's train of thought. He answered, "Montoya, how can I help you?"
A deep voice on the other end of the line politely responds, "I'm looking for Detective Grayson. Is he available?"
"He has stepped out. He should be back in a minute. Would you like to hold?" Montoya inquires.
"This is Dick's father. Actually I was going to invite him to dinner this evening Detective Montoya. Perhaps you would like to join us. I've made reservation at Mitzu's for seven. Do you think you and Dick would be able to meet us?" Bruce's voice comes back smoothly across the line.
Montoya takes the bait. He is anxious to find out about what's going on. "I think that we can manage to get away for a while. I'll let Dick know."
"Excellent, we'll see you then." And with that the phone goes dead in Montoya's hand. Carlos is stunned by the very eccentric manner of the man he will meet this evening. He thinks to himself that Gotham is a very interesting place indeed.
Dick returns with the coffee and Carlos sits forward, "Your father just called and invited both of us to dinner this evening at seven. He's a bit odd, isn't he?"
"You could say that. So where did the old man make reservations?" Dick continues trying to hide his frustration at Bruce for foiling his efforts to keep Montoya at a distance.
Carlos smiled. He knew that Dick was trying to maintain space between him and his father, even if he didn't know why. "He said we're going to Mitzu's. You know the place?"
"Yeah, Japanese restaurant; fancy, but not formal. Just wear slacks and a nice shirt and you'll be fine." Dick used the explanation of the restaurant and instruction on wardrobe to throw Carlos off the track. He hoped that Montoya would assume that his reluctance to let him near his father was based on class issues. From the look on Montoya's face it had worked, but he wasn't sure.
"Hey, you want some coffee?" Montoya nods and watches as Dick leaves to get the much needed beverages. Montoya is satisfied with the progress they have made, but wishes that they could just go after the woman and make her give them the information. He ponders why Dick and the commissioner are unwilling to take of the kit gloves with this woman. Anyone else would have been at the station by now and facing charges of interfering in police business, but this woman was wandering around and in danger. Carlos was willing to go along for know, but was becoming seriously concerned that they would loose their chance.
The ringing of the phone derailed Montoya's train of thought. He answered, "Montoya, how can I help you?"
A deep voice on the other end of the line politely responds, "I'm looking for Detective Grayson. Is he available?"
"He has stepped out. He should be back in a minute. Would you like to hold?" Montoya inquires.
"This is Dick's father. Actually I was going to invite him to dinner this evening Detective Montoya. Perhaps you would like to join us. I've made reservation at Mitzu's for seven. Do you think you and Dick would be able to meet us?" Bruce's voice comes back smoothly across the line.
Montoya takes the bait. He is anxious to find out about what's going on. "I think that we can manage to get away for a while. I'll let Dick know."
"Excellent, we'll see you then." And with that the phone goes dead in Montoya's hand. Carlos is stunned by the very eccentric manner of the man he will meet this evening. He thinks to himself that Gotham is a very interesting place indeed.
Dick returns with the coffee and Carlos sits forward, "Your father just called and invited both of us to dinner this evening at seven. He's a bit odd, isn't he?"
"You could say that. So where did the old man make reservations?" Dick continues trying to hide his frustration at Bruce for foiling his efforts to keep Montoya at a distance.
Carlos smiled. He knew that Dick was trying to maintain space between him and his father, even if he didn't know why. "He said we're going to Mitzu's. You know the place?"
"Yeah, Japanese restaurant; fancy, but not formal. Just wear slacks and a nice shirt and you'll be fine." Dick used the explanation of the restaurant and instruction on wardrobe to throw Carlos off the track. He hoped that Montoya would assume that his reluctance to let him near his father was based on class issues. From the look on Montoya's face it had worked, but he wasn't sure.