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When Edmond had finished his shopping he returned to his hotel room. After plugging in the projector he had bought he set a few new board of plywood up at targets. Then he connected his phone to the computer so that it could download the images. When the computer finished that job the images would be projected onto the wall. He would then be able to examine them in more detail but for the moment he had to wait. In the time he had to wait he would read.

The book was simple, childish even but it kept him occupied. He had a slight fear that emily would run tests on his jacket or compile information on him. Sure he covered his tracks but not as perfectly as he could. Normally he compensated for it by being in and out of a situation before he could be spotted but if she did gather intel connecting him to his real life would not be very hard. Even then she would have little to hold against him. The police had not account of him. Around certain parts of the city he would use green arrows so the police who find them would think it was merely Green Arrow who had come by to help out the missing Batman. In most cases The Count had little charges on all his arrows so when he left he could just detonate them. IT never caused massive damage to anything. Just a little shaking. If the arrows were tightly grouped that would be a different story. In order to distract him mind he began to look at the images as the finished downloading.

When the last image had uploaded Edmond began inspecting them. He found nothing in all of the images. Now he was faced with an option. Trust in the man accused of murder or don't. He chose to trust the man and made the call.
"Hello James, tell them I will take the case. Arrange to have our client brought to the office I will meet him there shortly."

Edmond hung up the phone and grabbed a tennis ball. He began throwing it at the wall and catching it when it bounced back. It was practice for a trick he had yet to pull off but really needed to learn. It was practice to help him catch an arrow. One or two times he had faced another archer and when he did dodging the arrows had proven distracting. When he master catching one his job would become easier. Then he put on a clean suit and set up the 'Home Alone' protocol. Contrary to what the name might suggest it was made for when his room or house was empty. His phone would be alerted of anyone within the area who was of note or possibly threatening. Edmond checked again to be sure the door was locked then walked out of the apartment building heading towards his office.

Upon arriving at his office the Edmond sat in his chair connecting his phone to the computer. He did not know why but in the back of his mind he had a feeling that his apartment room was under watch. Then again being a vigilante, that was very likely. He had once found a web-page dedicated to him. It cast him as an urban legend, he liked it, but erased it none the less. It was to much for someone to build on and find him. At that thought his client came in accompanied by two police officers. He was in a yellow jumpsuit and when he sat down he was handcuffed to the chair.
"Hello." Edmond said bluntly. this meeting would be a short one.

"Um... Hello, look about the murder I swear it-"

"Whoa, not so fast, first we talk. Tell me your relationship with the victim and why you were at the scene of the crime holding a gun." Edmond ordered

"Well I was in his college study group and on my way there because he called me. When I arrived I found him dead on the floor. I heard something at the door and thought it was the killer so I grabbed the gun and hid."

"But it was not a killer was it, it was the police. Then just like that they arrest you and I get a phone call telling me that you specifically want my help. We have never met before and I choose my own assignments but somehow someone puts you on my table. Makes it so I work your case. Fun story." Edmond sat back in his chair with his mind racing on thoughts but one stood out most of all. Later tonight the Count was going to break into a prison and ask a few questions.

"Look a guy visited me in prison and told me you were a good lawyer I just need-"

"I know what you need. I will do a little investigating of my own using my firm's resources and get back to you. For now that is all I can do goodbye."

Looking awfully confused as to what had just happened the police unchained the client and they all left. Edmond remained behind thinking.

Dantes sat in his office for a while thinking about what might have happened that would lead someone to set him up with a client. Then his phone buzzed. He looked at it and smiled before setting it down. The virus had destroyed the files as he wanted it to but then the search had just stopped. He had the feeling that whatever was searching him had just found out about the virus. He stood up taking his phone with him and held it as if he was on a call so others in the office would not get curious.
"Well done computer. Leave the virus on the files but alter the programming. I want it to be less detectable for future use. Also, pull back control of the security cameras around my apartment. Email the feed to Emily's private account. I want her to have some way to monitor it." Edmond said before putting his phone on the desk and sitting down. He didn't have another meeting he was now just filling out paperwork.

Edmond flipped from page to page filling out the paperwork and when it was done he sat back in his chair looking at the live feed from the security cameras around the apartment. His work was done and he made the choice to return to the apartment. He locked up his office and moved down the stairs out of the building. Then he returned directly to the apartment acting as if nothing was wrong. When he got there he entered the room directly next to the meeting place because it was the one he had rented. When he got inside he checked the closet to be sure all his 'stuff' was still there before laying on the bed. He closed his eyes and began to think.

Emily Dew had been in a fight with an unknown man, he threw her into a mirror and she moved to the hospital, after fixing her back she took your jacket with her. The one jacket without a tracking device. Your on shaking ground Dantes be careful. Then again what was a secret identity. Even if she did know who he was no one would believe he was a vigilante and she certainly could not have the evidence to prove it. However that was not what bother him. She was not the concern on his mind. What was on his mind was the odd circumstances surrounding the case he was working on at the Firm. IT was as if someone had made it and put it directly in front of him. He did not like being in the dark.

Edmond began searching through recent crimes he had interfered with, including the rare few he failed to stop or simply chose not to. There had been many cases of petty theft, an assault or three, and a bank robbery. He began looking for a connection. The robbery had been well planned out but nothing seemed to odd. It had been at the Sturgess Bank branch in Gotham City. Very small very uncared for. From what he had heard the overseas banks did much better. He had caught three of the four men. Then there were the assaults. Two of them were standard and easy to stop but on the third the assailant got away. In the case of petty theft he had caught all the men but they were killed during prison transportation. Someone had been deliberately stopping an investigation.
"Computer project the images containing all angles of the bullet hole and all the windows. Analyze and recreate the bullet entering and exiting the body."

Edmond was now curious. Who had been the man that escaped, who had put this case in front of him. Who was screwing with him and why. This was what he wanted to know. As he awaited the computer he walked over to the window and shut the blinds. "Computer when you are done begin a search on these people. Cobblepot, Black Mask, and The Joker. See if anything can tie these men to the crimes I have stopped. If nothing does I will be force to wait for more evidence to surface. I don't like waiting. You know that." Edmond said as if the computer had a responsive personality. None the less it continued to work.

When the computer finished recreating the murder it projected the animation into the wall and Edmond watched. From where the bullet entered and exited the police's account had been wrong. The bullet traveled diagonally down through the body and the man accused was far shorter then the victim. Sure it could have been traveling upwards diagonally but he would have needed a very, very close angle for that and there were no burns from the muzzle fire on the body according to the autopsy report. Something the Count also peeked at. The shot would have required a much farther angle likely a sniper rifle shot.
"Computer show search results." Edmond said as the projected evaluation of recent criminal activity popped up. Nothing that tied the Black Mask, Cobblepot, or Joker to the crime was evident and now thinking it was a sniper rifle that dealt the killing blow he had a new theory.
"Run a background search on all well known marksmen in Gotham currently. I don't care if they are a nobody who grew up in a hick town I want to know if they are here." Edmond began pacing back and forth. This was too stressful for him. He couldn't go out and get answers as the Count because the sun was still up. He could put on a disguise again but that did not work when he planned to interrogate someone. All that and he still needed to prepare for the meeting with Emily. He had not done a sweep of the building yet. He needed to get access to all cameras, not a problem, clear out the rooms around the meeting place, and sabotage any recording device he found. He did not want her to get in trouble because she tired to help him. He needed to be absolutely sure that this location was secure. Had his last base not been destroyed this problem would not exist. To use his free time as the computer searched he began watching a movie called The Prestige. He had seen it before and liked it. Plus since he had seen it before he did not have to pay 100% attention to it.