Asprin, Robert Lynn – Catwoman – Tiger Hunt (With Lynn Abbey)

“Didn’t I ask them those very questions myself, and more than once, I assure you.” Gordon tore a sheet of paper to shreds, crumpled it into a crude ball, and lobbed it at the basket. “But these are high-level bureaucrats, diplomats—not cops—and they’re not going to tell me anything except that I’m supposed to turn over a hundred of my men to them—not to mention get them offices, computers, and their heart’s delight of office supplies.”

“Treating you like an errand boy. Coming in here like they’re the grown-up and you’re still the kid, eh? And talking about your men as if they were cannon fodder?”

Gordon exhaled his anger with a sigh. “That’s the truth of it. Too sensitive for us locals. I thought at first they didn’t have the facts to back their mouths up, but they showed me enough to make me think they’re onto something. A couple wiretaps, a CIA briefing, an Interpol file filled with bad pictures and names I couldn’t pronounce if I were drunk. Ever hear of Bessarabia of Bessarabians?”

Batman mouthed the word, making it sticky and tossing it into his memory to see what it caught. Nothing more than the vague sense that he heard the word before. He shook his head in the negative, and Gordon was disappointed.

“Can’t remember a thing myself either. Don’t think they knew too much either. They all pronounced it exactly the same way—like a word they’d just learned yesterday. You know those types—they find their own way to pronounce Monday, just so you’ll know they’ve got an opinion they can’t tell you about.”