>>6061746>>6061815>>6061861>>6061877>>6061941>>6061991"Broadly speaking.." You let the words linger, watching Kent's face for any sign of reaction. "I do."
Relief floods his features but his loose grin is drawn back into anxious confusion as you continue.
"However. I need more details about a few things.." You look down to your note sheet and a few jotted notes.
"Okay.. fire away."
"You said you saw Cobblepot playing cards in the back of The Berkley, was he the only person you saw that day?"
"I think so."
"You think?" Hawthorne cuts in. "Think harder."
Kent's pallid face stretches with fear before he closes his eyes tightly, while mumbling.
"Alright.. uh.. Cobblepot was the only one I recognized but there was also.." He hems and haws as he shakes his head. "Male, Caucasian, probably early to mid twenties, blonde. I didn't get a look at his face he was turned away from the door and as soon as Gorchakov saw me he made sure to yank it shut."
"Right, this was during your usual pick up?"
Kent nods.
"And that was one of the 'favors' you did for him? Pick ups and escorting girlfriends? Nothing else?"
Kent opens his mouth and starts to reply before letting it fall into a low hum. He eyes you with shame brimming in his eyes.
"Officer Kent?" You probe gently.
"Look.. I was just doing what I was told. I didn't ask question because I just wanted to cash my check at the end of week and-"
"Enough with the excuses, Kent." Hawthorne snipes. "If we wanted to hem you up we'd have come in here with cuffs not questions."
You nod affirmingly and he relents.
"He never asked me to do anything outright illegal, if he did he had a way of making it sound completely innocent. I posted a few letters for him a few times."
"Letters where?"
"Local mostly, a few of em went to Blackgate. He said he had friends who were COs there, they were all addressed to the front office so I didn't think much of it. The others went to Bludhaven, Avalon Hill."
"Fancy neighborhood. Any names on these?"
"No, no return address neither. But the stamps were strange, they weren't the Gotham ones or the ones they hand you at the post office."
"Could you describe it?"
"It was a diamond made out of squares. The top point was white, like the rest of the middle, and had some kind of detail on it like globe? The left side was red and the right side was green, which I thought was weird cause we were a while out from Christmas."
"And you never asked about them?"
"It was mail." Kent says plainly with an exaggerated shrug of his shoulders. "The days I did it he would.. he'd pick up breakfast. I just dropped em in a post box and left it at that."
"Right, why be curious when there's a bacon egg and cheese waiting for you in the shop?" Hawthorne speaks with barely disguised contempt. You give him a pointed look and you see his inflated chest lower just a touch.
"Is that all?" Kent asks, his voice haggard and fatigued.
"Almost, I promise. Just two more things."
