Katherine Walker

Gordon looks to his left, to his right. A few stares, a couple of glares, but nothing too much out of the ordinary. He lowers his voice.

"They took my evidence, but I still know a few things. They're shipping the raw material for some sort of new drug in around midnight. Pier Thirty-Seven. Chill himself is going to be at the deal. I've got Dent working with me, and Judge McGinnis is willing to work a trial. All we need is an arrest."

Gordan slowly rises, and hobbles away from the lounge. Somehow, he still manages to remain dignified while doing so.