The Key Is Finding the Right Question

The two continued searching the room, but apart from the bug Roland had found at the start, they turned up little.

"This Alberto really is a good boy. You'd never guess he came from the Falcone family." Harvey Bullock searched the bookshelf. "History of Economic Analysis, The General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money, On the Principles of Political Economy and Taxation... Tch. Nothing but economics books. Not even a racy magazine."

"...You don't want one for yourself, do you?" Roland tapped away at Alberto's computer. "This computer's suspiciously clean, too... Even the browser history's been wiped. Is he trying to leave this world with a spotless reputation?"

"Something's off. Is this guy really a teenager?"

"He's graduated from college. He's not a teenager anymore," Roland corrected him.

"Even so, he shouldn't be this... innocent, should he?"

"Maybe he has a girlfriend," Roland said after a moment's thought. "Think about it. He's the young heir of the Falcone family, a graduate of a prestigious university, and successful for his age. It'd be perfectly normal for a woman to take an interest in him."

"Even with a girlfriend, it shouldn't look like this..." Harvey Bullock rubbed his chin. "Even if he couldn't bring her home, he'd at least have a video of them getting intimate saved on his computer, right?"

"...Would he?"

"Wouldn't he?"

"You haven't done that yourself, have you?" Roland asked. "Be careful next time you take your computer in for repairs."

"Nonsense. I've met a lot of people, that's all. That's where the experience comes from."

A bat-shaped shadow dropped silently from above them. Batman looked at the pair and couldn't help sighing.

Things had been better when Harvey Bullock was partnered with Gordon. One was upright and principled, the other shrewd and worldly. They balanced each other