Oswald was furious at Edward's betrayal, so furious that even the bangs over his forehead trembled slightly.
That man had kept this despicable desire buried in his heart all along. Now he could no longer suppress it, and he was going to break with him...
He could not forgive Edward for stealing Ririko away.
Whatever "Riddler" he thought he was, touching Ririko meant crossing Oswald's bottom line.
He slammed his cane against the floor with a dull thud.
In that case, their friendship ended here-
He picked up the phone and said to Butch:
"Check every transaction in Edward Nygma's accounts over the past three months. His movements, too. I want to know everywhere he's been."
He put down the phone, his gaze returning to the letter, his eyes dark with menace.
Early the next morning, Edward came up from the kitchen carrying a tray with coffee, a fried-egg sandwich, and a small plate of sliced fruit.
He walked to Ririko's bedroom on the second floor and pushed at the door. It did not budge.
He unlocked it with his key, only to find that he could push it open barely half a fist's width.
Tilting his head, he leaned close to the gap and made out part of a desk leg behind the door.
Ririko had blocked the door with the desk and sofa.
He set the tray on the hallway floor and spoke through the door. "Open the door."
There was no response.
He knocked twice more.
A rustle of bedding came from inside, followed by Ririko's voice from beneath the covers:
"I don't need you looking after me. Go be your Riddler."
Standing outside, Edward glanced down at the breakfast he had so carefully prepared.
His voice softened a little. "I made you a nutritious breakfast.