The Universe's Mixer

Harry met with Mort Calvin at his office the next morning. He brought Mouse along. Calvin was waiting outside the office door, chewing nervously at his fingernails. He seemed surprised by Mouse, but too distracted to be sufficiently frightened. Mouse merely wagged his tail at the man, got a few absent-minded pats on the head, and then settled into the corner of sunlight on the floor and went to sleep.

Dresden put on the coffee and let Calvin pick a seat in the office's small sitting area. The couches were like the ones n his apartment - mismatched, but comfortable. He milled around his desk, looking busy, until the coffee was ready. Waiting for Calvin to get either calmer, or more nervous. It was a trick Harry had learned a long time ago.

Harry brought over two mugs of coffee, set them on the table, and, just before he could sit down, Calvin blurted out, "Thank you for seeing me, Mister Dresden. You probably think I'm crazy, god knows I've thought it a few times, but I know that Janice is missing. She didn't leave me, I know she didn't. We're in love, Mister Dresden."

Dresden nodded, sitting down on the sofa and taking a long sip of coffee as the man went on. "Alright, Mr. Calvin--"

"Mort, please."

"Mort. Why don't you tell me what happened. ( As much as you can.'' )

Dinah crouched in the shadows on the rooftop of one of the warehouses down by the docks. She’d discovered them a few nights back while on patrol and there was too much activity going on at the warehouse she was currently watching for this late hour. Thinking of Gotham, Star City and even Seattle, she wondered briefly if there was ever a city where there wasn’t something illicit going on down by the docks.

Of course, given that the City seemed to mimic some of all of those cities, among others, she wasn’t entirely surprised that there was something suspicious going on down here.

From here, it was a waiting game. She couldn’t exactly bust into the warehouse and start beating people up without stronger proof that something illegal was going on. That wasn’t the type of crime fighter she’d ever been. No, she instead waited in the shadows and bided her time.

Finally, a little bit of movement caught her eye. A single figure exited the warehouse, a padded envelope in his hands. While it could very well be nothing, Dinah didn’t think so. She ran across the rooftop toward the parking lot. Before he got there, she was able to climb down. She concealed herself behind a row of dumpsters, though the delivery boy (at least that’s what she assumed he was) didn’t seem to be too focused on his surroundings.

Dinah’s lips curved into a small smile. His mistake.

As soon as he climbed into a car, she tossed a tiny bat-shaped magnetized tracker onto the back of the car. It connected, which was going to make things a lot easier. Computers might not be her forte, but even Dinah could work a GPS, and she was thankful that the Clock Tower in the City was almost as stocked with gadgets as the Clock Tower back in Gotham.

Once the delivery boy had pulled out of the parking lot, Dinah made her way back to where she’d stowed her motorcycle and hopped on.

Unfortunately, the City streets changed a few times as she attempted to follow the GPS tracker display that was attached to the bike. She took a few turns that instantaneously changed into wrong turns before she finally ended up at the location indicated on the device. She found the now-parked car and pulled her tracker off it. No need to leave evidence behind.

After stowing the tracker in her belt, Dinah climbed a nearby fire escape, her eyes sweeping the nearby buildings. It was after hours for most businesses, so the buildings themselves didn’t show much sign of life. Dinah exhaled in frustration. She was sure to keep the suspected delivery boy’s car in view. It looked like yet another chance to sit around and wait. Fantastic.