Fair Competition (Second Update)

"Hello, Nelson & Murdock Law Firm. I'm sorry, but we're currently closed. If you need anything, please call again tomorrow morning..." A somewhat panicked female voice answered the phone, as if she had knocked over a cup of hot tea and sent documents scattered across the desk just to pick up the call. Even the sound of her sniffling came through clearly. The prolonged silence on the late-night call made Karen Page uneasy, and she stammered softly, "Hello...?"

"Are you blonde?" the caller asked a baffling question.

"Y-yes, I am. May I ask..." The voice on the other end startled her.

"I knew you were blonde." The voice suddenly brightened. "Tell Murdock I have some files for him."

"Files?"

"That's right, the files we agreed on." Salomon crammed a thick stack of case files into the mailbox of the rundown apartment building where Nelson & Murdock Law Firm was located. The old metal box could barely withstand his strength, creaking incessantly. "I also included another case file. I'm sure he'll be interested in that one too."

"May I ask what they're about? And who are you?"

"I'm Salomon Damonet. I brought Wilson Fisk's criminal records—this is what Matt asked me to help collect. This is only the index; the actual files are far too numerous. The other one contains records of the Catholic Church in Ireland's abuse of boys in New York. You know how it is—these things never receive a proper trial. I heard Matt Murdock grew up in the Catholic Church in Ireland, so I thought he'd be interested in this too."

Growing impatient, the Arcanist finally punched the apartment mailbox, managing to stuff both thick files inside. The tremendous bang from downstairs startled Karen Page. She had tracked down the nursing home where Wilson Fisk's mother lived