Blüdhaven Police Station.
"Summers, you're holding out on me," Nightwing told Detective Daly. "You know someone exploited the gap left by the Marin Mob and used its remaining power to take control of Blüdhaven. You know it wasn't Black Mask, or Freddy Ming and his popsicle sons. You even know where the mobs' money is going."
"Secrets keep me alive, kid." Detective Daly took a hard drag on his cigarette. "But I'll tell you this much: Blüdhaven's Underworld is going through a tidal wave. As for who's stirring things up behind the scenes, I've only got a rough guess."
"Really?" Nightwing thought for a moment. "Black Mask?"
"Black Mask and his Gotham forces have little to do with this." Detective Daly shook his head.
"You think they have other plans?" Nightwing asked.
"Look into Ali's bank in Z. Mori District." A sly glint crossed Detective Daly's eyes.
"Is that supposed to mean something to me?"
"You'll understand once you put the clues together." Detective Daly was still speaking in riddles, but he was more cooperative than before.
"That's a place to start?"
"More or less."
"You don't seem concerned about any of this, Detective Summers."
"Should I be?" Detective Daly shook his head. "As long as these gangs don't start killing each other in the electoral district, nobody cares. I used to be reckless like you, but I learned better. I hope your investigation doesn't dig your own grave."
"I hope you're not lying to me." With that, Nightwing turned and left.
"Heh..." Detective Daly watched Nightwing disappear, smiling without a word.
"Daly, what did you tell Nightwing?" Chief Julian asked as he entered Detective Daly's office.
"I gave him all the leads, Chief," Detective Daly said. Privately, he thought the chief had no knack for solving cases, but he