Gotham's Detective

Chapter 7

Heather wandered into the mansion and ended up in a sunroom off the kitchen. The couch and chairs were all white, and fresh flowers sat on the small table. Three of the walls were windows, and they looked out into a huge backyard that had a large swimming pool, several gardens, and a large lawn.

"Nice," she whispered. "I wish I was that rich. I wonder how many people work here to keep that up."

After a moment, deciding she needed to write down her thoughts about what was going on, she sat in one of the chairs and pulling out her phone from her pocket, she typed in the evidence she had so far, and it wasn't much. She was at a dead-end for the moment, well, at least until Grisham got back with her. The only thing she knew was that someone was targeting young women and spiking alcohol with poison, but what was the purpose? And had any guys died from drinking the poison? She would have to look into it; she assumed they were and was the poison only there in Gotham? Heather hadn't heard of any other people dying in other cities, so if that were the case, then whoever was doing this must live in Gotham, right?

Bruce found Heather sitting on the couch, looking out the windows a few minutes later.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked her, setting a tray of food onto the table.

"I brought lunch; I wasn't sure you had breakfast. I hope you are hungry."

"This looks good," Heather nodded, looking at the food, and ignoring his question.

Bruce handed her a plate, and she loaded it with a sandwich, chips, and dessert. She then took one of the sodas, and after opening it, she set it back on the table and began to eat.

"How long do you think it will take to test the alcohol?" Bruce asked Heather.

"I'm not sure, it might be a few hours, if not a few days, it depends on how much alcohol there is in this city."

"Quite a bit," Bruce admitted. "Is there anything I can help with on my end?"

"Not that I know of. Just keep your ears open to anything going on."

He nodded then said, "I am wondering, if you are willing, I would like to take a sample of your blood, and then you are free to go."

"You are letting me leave? Why did you bring me here, anyway? Besides to make me mad?" Heather asked him.

"I wanted to get your blood sample. I would like to get started on that today if it is possible, and I apologize for upsetting you. I should have realized the first time you told me off that you weren't going to let me get away with kidnapping you."

"You think?" Heather asked, smirking at Bruce. "Why do you treat people the way you do, Bruce? If you had acted nicely, I would have come willingly," she said.

"You wouldn't have," he shook his head. "I know how mad I made you yesterday, and I wasn't sure you would help me out; that was why I resorted to what I did. Again, I apologize. I guess I am just used to getting my way all the time, and when you talked back to me like you did, well, it took me by surprise and kind of ticked me off."

"You can't treat people like that and think they won't get angry," she replied.

"That was my friend that died in that house, and when you told me that I couldn't know how he was killed, well it set me off."

"You could have asked for the police report after it was public news," she pointed out.

"I know, but I am not a patient man."

"Yes, I could sense that about you," she said, as her phone rang.

"Hey, Grisham, what did you find?"