They were on their way to the fight scene first. Both agreed that whatever weird thing that happened had started at the morgue, but neither knew where that would be, so they decided to first investigate the fight scene.

They arrived early morning, just as the police were removing the tape marking the place off. Judging from the fish seller who was standing nearby, arms crossed, they'd been getting pressure to open up the docks to allow regular business to commence.

"I lost two days of business because of those streetfighters," the vendor was saying. "When are you gonna take care of them?"

The officer responded, but Bernardo and Riff didn't hear it.

"He said two days," Bernardo said.

"I heard," Riff rolled his eyes. "Guess we were right then. My papers said three days ago."

"Mine four," Bernardo mused, returning his attention to the now open docs as the officer left and the vendor began setting up his stall.

Riff looked over incredulously. "Well why didn't you say somethin'? That'd be a pretty obvious-"

"Callate," Bernarndo said.

Riff scowled. "You know I don't und-"

"Shut up!" Bernardo translated.

Riff, always wanting to get the last word, started to argue, but Bernardo had already emerged from behind the crates where they were hiding and walked over to the spot where they'd fought. No one had apparently cleaned up the bloodstains yet.

Riff walked up too. Bernardo was surprised when he said, "I wonder what happened after we 'died'. You think anyone else got hurt?"

"After your friend Tony stabbed me, the cops showed up and everybody bolted. If they did, it wasn't here."

Riff was staring at him. "Tony… stabbed you? Tony?"

Bernardo nodded slowly, circling the area. "I don't see anything strange here."

Riff apparently hadn't gotten over the fact that Tony stabbed someone. "Tony? After what happened last time…"

"Hey!" a voice shouted. It was the fish vendor. "If you ain't buying, then you can go back to where you came from!"

Bernardo gave him a dry look. He hadn't missed the implications.

"Hey, why don't you stuff a fish in it?" Riff called back.

Bernardo raised an eyebrow. Riff shrugged and didn't meet his eyes. Bernardo hid a surprised laugh by picking up something off the ground.

"What's that there?" Riff asked as the fish vendor turned away, muttering.

Bernardo frowned down at the rectangle of paper in his hand. It looked like a standard business card, except there was no address or phone number. Everything else seemed to be listed, including a business name, associate name (Loretta), and some cutesy slogan. Several light smudges and mud splatters proved that it had spent more than a few minutes on the ground, but it had to have been dropped after the fight. It wouldn't still be this legible after two days in the elements. He handed it to Riff, who flipped it over.

"There's some drawing here," he said, showing the back. It was more dirty, but Bernardo could still make out a pencil sketch of an unassuming building with posters plastered all over the brickwork.

"You recognize that place?" Bernardo asked.

"Not at all," Riff said. He turned it over to the front again and read it. "Says here that it's a Dovetail Theatre. 'A little birdie told me it's the best place to be on a Saturday night'. Weird thing for a cop to have on 'im."

"Who says a cop dropped it?"

"Well it's still fresh, ain't it? And no one else's been over here since the fight"

"And if someone else was, that'd be even more telling," Bernardo mused.

Riff glanced at him. "Sure." He handed it back. "I don't know where it is, but Grazi might." He gave a little laugh. "More her scene than mine."

"Your girl?"

"Yeah," Riff said, with a little smile. "You saw her. At the dance."

It was a jibe. A test, to see if Bernardo would rise to the bait. Riff was definitely a cocky bastard, but his attitude had seemed to change over the past day. He was still as sarcastic as ever, but his comments seemed to have a little less bite to them and more habit.

"You might not want to bring her into this," Bernardo said slowly.

"Why not?" Riff said, the slight smile dropping instantly and his eyes hardening. He was preparing for some grating insult, a taunt. Bernardo consciously kept himself calm.

"Because it might not be safe."

He waited as Riff slowly deflated.

"I'm not going to involve Anita either," he continued. "We don't know what's going on, and until we do, I'm not willing to risk it."

Riff stared at the ground before nodding slowly. "Okay then. So, we find this Dovetail Theatre?"

"Our best lead." Bernardo didn't say it, but there was another reason he didn't want to involve either the girls or their… friends. Any tentative cooperation the two leaders had formed would dissolve the moment their people were together and trading insults.

From the way Riff accepted the little Bernardo had voiced, he guessed he didn't need to say anything at all.

"So, we just have to search the rest of the city for a place that only might exist." Riff said, starting off away from the docs. "Nothing two dead men can't handle."

"Right," Bernardo caught up with him.

"Won't take more than, eh, two months? Three, tops?" Riff blithely said. "After all, we have these swell knife wounds to keep us moving quickly."

Sometimes, Bernardo wondered about this guy.