In any case, she decided to pop the door loose to check out what was inside. If she was lucky, there might be something of use in there, somewhere.
A little shaking rattled the door free of the lock, with little trace of tampering, since the door was pretty worn and weathered anyway. Inside was the widerange radio transceiver used in case of emergencies, various standard emergency replies, and a cardboard box in one corner.
When peeked into there were a bunch of sunglasses, a few sets of keys and a handful of cell phones. Apparently this sufficed for being a lost and found for the beach. One thing would seem unusual to Argent though. One of the cell phones was in a waterproof case, face down with a sticker on the back.
PROPERTY OF GOTHAM CITY
PUBLIC WORKS
GCPW-015
Flipping the phone over revealed the lock screen wallpaper was an obvious selfie taken by a lifeguard at this very tower.
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The Lifeguard in the picture fit the profile of nearly every one of the missing girls. Twenty something, blonde, blue eyes.
Unfortunately the phone was both locked, and at about 12% battery, so little would be gained from it other than that in this situation.
A quick shuffle through the rest of the phones revealed none of the rest of them had any charge, and at least two of them had been submerged.
The duty log hanging on the wall was so out of date that the paper was yellowed and the last sign in date was in 2003, which was no help. Obviously that wouldn't give any current information. They must have gone digital.
Speaking of which, there was a docking station for a laptop, but none in sight.
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@york
At the door of Ugly Joe's, a woman stepped out, paused, and blew out a cloud of lemon-scented water vapor
"Sucks that we can't even vape inside anymore."
@Ringmaster
The bouncers looked like made men, very uncomfortable in their Ugly Joe's bright yellow polo shirts, and were almost obviously packing heat. They looked to be of Scottish descent, a distinction Grady would make easily that most others wouldn't. Just call a Scottsman Irish or vice versa sometime and you'll see! This was just the type that Thorne recruited often, and confirmed in Grady's mind that they were clearly in a Thorne-run establishment.
The Question made his way to the back of the bar, making for the restroom fairly obviously.
As it turned out the bartender's name was Rosie, and she spoke with a thick New Englander accent, but decipherable enough.
"Aye, I seen the kid. Most folks they come here to watch a game, eat and drink. He comes to order fish and chips, stare at his iPad and track sand into my place, apparently. Always wet too, like he been wading in the ocean afore he walks in. He come in just two hours ago. You just missed him. Always orders three orders of the fish and chips to go, and one for here. Downs one and takes three with him. Mebby that's why he's fat, if he's eating four orders of that a day. Hah! Friend o yours?"
Meanwhile, the singer finished her song and a half dozen or so patrons raised their glasses and started chanting at her.
"Liz-ZY! Liz-ZY! Liz-ZY!"
To which she smiled and spoke over the karaoke mic, which was heard by everyone in the bar and even by Nosferatu outside.
"So you want to hear more Lizzy Berg?" she asked, and it got a rousing cheer. After a couple of
I can't hear you! 's She finally acquiesced and dropped into another Blondie song.
@Gands