The Detective Prince

Chapter 141

An Alliance of Uncertainty

The place for where they were to meet had been placed. He was now in the process of making his way to the location of choice, brought to a halt by the flash of the street light turning red. This was only a brief delay, continuing on his way with the light reverting to green. The time was checked upon his wrist, finding he had well over ten minutes before the deadline.

"Almost there."

It was now clear he would arrive with time to spare, looking ahead to see the location in the clear. The facility was reached soon after, reading the sign which read 'GCPD'. With that noted he found his way to the parking lot which was a short distance away. Once there he hopped off of the bike, removing the helmet from where it resided before turning for the facility itself.

"He said we'd be meeting in the lot, and yet I don't see him anywhere."

Those words were followed by a sudden sound from behind, turning as someone stepped from behind a large truck.

"Good, you're early Drake," Heiji greeted with the first words to give. "I was hoping that would be the case, I'd like to go over this as soon as possible."

"Over the phone you made it sound as if you had something urgent to share with me," Tim rehashed while placing the previously worn helmet upon the bike. "What's so important that you wanted to meet in person, does this have something to do with your travels to Central City?"

"Yes, and no."

"I'm intrigued," Tim said with the cross of his arms. "Go ahead, I'm listening."

"As you know a burglary that occurred here in Gotham was what lead to our journey to Central City, a straight forward case that shifted wide upon further review," Heiji began. "What started out as a robbery quickly turned into a murder case, one which has its many trials of mystery."

"And one of the vehicles used in the heist when discovered turned up a dead body right?"

"Yes, with all things considered I wouldn't be too certain of the cause of death at this point," Heiji said. "At least not until the body is fully examined, but even so nothing is more questioning than the most disturbing detail of all."

"Which is?"

"The spattered blood found in the car didn't belong to the victim."

"Not what I was expecting to hear," Tim admitted. "So if the blood found didn't belong to the victim, then who?"

"Salomon Green," Heiji replied. "The man who we had been investigating before finding him deceased in his home."

"What," Tim exclaimed in surprise with the uncross of his arms. "And you're sure of this?"

"Officer Allen of the Central City police force confirmed it," Heiji replied. "If you remember Bruce said Green had been drained of a significant amount of his blood when found."

"Looks like someone's making use of it in one way or another," Tim stated. "Is there anything else you have to add?"

"Yes, while handling the investigation in Central City detective Norwich and myself were unexpectedly called back to Gotham."

"For what purpose?"

"Because lighting touched down for a second time."

"What do you mean?"

"Green's blood, it made another appearance," Heiji informed. "This time only in Gotham, in the form of a message."

No words could have depicted it any clearer, his expression alone served for what was felt… a feel that the murder case of Salomon Green had only truly begun.

….

The stairs in which they walked were that of hard stone, every step taken making him wonder how much longer they had to go before it would all finally end. He was second in position, only walking behind the man who had referred to himself as the 'Penguin'. Where they were going was anyone's guess, choosing not to speak on the matter as they progressed.

He looked up as they ascended further to sight a large steel door, an indication that the path would soon come to a close. This moment brought the following of many sounds that could be heard coming from the other side.

"What is that?"

Was it the sound of someone talking, music? The sounds were too distorted for him to seal a solid answer. It didn't matter either way being that he would soon find out regardless. The door was reached in those next moments, listening to its screech as the door was pulled aside.

"And here we are." Penguin announced.

What he came to find was nothing short of a surprise, noting all the flashing lights to the very few people who seemed to be working throughout the area.

"What is this," Kaito inquired while continuing to survey the room. "Some kind of club room?"

"A night club," Penguin corrected. "We call this dear place the Iceberg Lounge, and though there might be none in attendance now we're sure to have a full house by nights wake."

"Is that right?"

"Walk with me." Penguin instructed before moving forward once more.

He had no idea for what this would lead to but complied none the less all while posing yet another question.

"Would I be right in assuming you have tides to this place in a large capacity?"

"Yes, I own the place," Penguin confirmed. "This will also be where all our base of operations will center around."

"Base of operations," Kaito questioned. "Now you've really got my interest."

"Before we can proceed there's one small thing I'd like to get cleared." Penguin said as the two stepped around a table in their path.

"Oh yea, and what might that be?"

"Your name."

"You want to know my name?"

"Spare Eyes," Penguin said coming to an unannounced stop. "You'll go by the name Spare Eyes, this way if you get caught up in something there will be no way of tracing anything back to you directly."

"Why Spare Eyes?" Kaito asked.

"Isn't that obvious," Penguin replied looking up at him. "You're going to serve as an extra set of eyes, your attention to detail regarding your surroundings as well as added circumstance makes you ideal for this very task."

"I appreciate the praise, but in all fairness.. how can you be sure you can truly trust me," Kaito smilingly asked. "That has to be something to consider."

"Oh I'm not worried about that in the least, I'm certain you'll see all your tasks through," Penguin replied with a grin of his own to put on display. "And soon, I'm sure you'll come to agree."

To Be Continued