Jenny died while testing a bottle warmer. Faulty, long-neglected wiring shorted out, and she was electrocuted.
The one who called the police was her landlady, Mrs. Burgess, who held a white long-haired cat as old as she was in her arms.
Lonely Jack stood at the door of that "home," looking inside for a long time. He did not leave until nightfall.
"Oh my God, I thought you weren't coming. Put it on!"
Beside the sewage canal at night, the two robbers saw Jack approaching and hurriedly pulled the Red Hood over his head.
"Wait, what if I can't see? Shouldn't there be a slit? It smells awful."
Jack's voice came out muffled beneath the hood.
"Just turn it a little. There are two-way lenses inside, so you can see. As for the smell, it's a bit strong. Bear with it."
One of the robbers laughed. They had bought this hood from a homeless man in Arkham. It was a genuine Red Hood.
"Enough chatter. Get moving. You sure you still remember the way?" The other robber rudely shoved Jack.
This sewage canal reeked from the chemical wastewater being discharged into it. Besides, money was waving at them—how could they waste any more time?
"This way." Jack walked ahead as their guide.
Everything was proceeding according to plan.
But ACE Chemicals was not occupied by them alone tonight. Police had also come to shut down a drug-making operation.
Shuttered chemical plants like this were the perfect cover for gang members, a place to manufacture drugs or even liquid explosives...
"Who's there?" A police officer spotted Jack and the others sneaking through. That Red Hood was simply too conspicuous.
"Why are there police here?!"
The two robbers saw the officers carrying flashlights and immediately drew revolvers they had bought on the