The White Hat Detective

Case 2 A Cold Question

So, we are now in the second case. We will start off where we left off. Now to go to are next chapter.

Case 2 A Cold Question

Harleen closes the door and I motion for us to go to my desk. I sit down and my shoulder starts to hurt some more. I sit down and ask the good doctor "How did you find my office?" She takes something out of my fedora to see a note card that says {If found please go to Mooney's Detective Agency}. I shake my head at when Selina made that if I lost my hat.

I say "Yeah I kind of forgot my friend but that in my hat. Thank you for giving this back to me." She hands me my hat and I put it on my desk. She says, "It's the least I could do for saving my life." I just say "No need. My job is helping people at a very low fee. Like my last three cases I got together was five dollars." She laughs a little and I the ask "So what are you a doctor in?" She looks to get excited and says "I'm a psychiatrist. I want to get my theory to the board of medical sciences of Gotham."

I ask since I have some interest in the criminal mind "What is your theory?" A grin takes her face, and she says, "Well my theory is based on high stress environments with the fight or flight happening for a very long time and if that kills the ability to have empathy after so long." She then explains it some more, but I cut her off by saying "I got it. Not to be rude but you got your theory across already." A blush of embarrassment goes to her face. (If you have read Harleen by Stjepan Šejić than you know the theory)

She says "Sorry. I have a habit of keep explaining it since when I told some people they didn't get it." I just nod and say "Well I hope you get to study it and find out what you need to. Sadly, I would not be a good case study even though you chose a good city for your theory. This place is a high stress environment." She nods and a thinking look comes over her face.

After some silence she yells "Wait you can help me!" I heard a little bit of an accent in her voice. She seems to know she yelled, and a look of embarrassment takes her once more. I ask, "How can I help?" She lets go of a breath she must have been holding and says "Well I'll need a control person for my theory. Since you're a P.I you must have some empathy with your low rates. So can I interview you for my work."

I nod since it seems fun and Harleen seems interesting to talk to. She looks shocked that I said yes and jumps out her seat and yells "Yes! Suck it, Pauline!" Yeah, I hear her full accent which is a Brooklyn one I believe. I smile and she gets more embarrassed. She says a little quickly "Well I'll come by in a few days to interview you. Have a good day Magnus." I see her leave but before she closes my door, she says "Also thank you again for saving my life."

I smile a little and put my fedora on my hat. I still need to change my shirt. I think I have a few holes still from last night. I get up and head to the corner of my office that has a case on wooden legs. This is a nice record player I bought last year. I put on one of my favorite songs which is My Way by Frank Sinatra. As I hear it start to play, I go to get another black button up shirt from my room.

Next day

I was in my garage checking the brakes on my bike as my phone rings. I take it out to see it's an unknown number. I answer it and before I could say a word the other voice a male says "I have a case for you Mr. Mooney. I want you to uncover the hidden secret they have been hiding from us for so long. The info and evidence are on your desk." Before I could say anything, and the other lines goes dead.

After just wandering what the hell just happened, I go to my office to find a blue envelope with my name on it. It shows shipping orders of a subzero fridge all across America. Seems this fridge goes through a few companies' hands and it is using Dr. Fries inventions. Now that is odd. A note says {I know the truck will be somewhere in Gotham, but I need a local to find it for me. They know I'm on their trail. I'll pay you handsomely. Thank you, your alley, -?} Well seems I need to visit that little weasel, Wesley.