the investigation is ongoing. he throws the paper at the trash. it rebounds off a board headed 'batman: suspects.' lined with pictures: abraham lincoln. elvis. the abominable snowman.
it's my day off. the bartender shuts the register.
what? you need me to shake it for- he trails off as someone sticks a gun in his face: harvey dent. standing in shadow. he sits.
dent, i thought you was. dead.  dent leans into the light. the left side of his face is hideously burned, cheek gone, blackened teeth and gums.
it must've been maroni's men- dent slams the glass back on the table- wuertz flinches.
i don't know- he'd never tell me. i swear to god, i didn't know what they were gonna do to you-