The next morning, a blanket of gloom covered the island's sky, darkening even the sea.
Ririko and Bruce sat eating breakfast in the hotel restaurant. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the waves were much larger than they had been the night before.
Ririko was cutting into a piece of eggs Benedict toast with her fork, and yolk slowly seeped from the cut.
She dipped the toast into the yolk and truffle sauce, then elegantly brought it to her mouth.
Bruce sat opposite her, holding his coffee as he watched Wayne Enterprises' share price soar on his tablet.
Just then, Dick came running up to them, his flip-flops slapping against the floor. Wearing the excited expression of someone who had just unearthed a juicy piece of gossip, he dropped into a chair across from them.
Alfred promptly set a plate of fried eggs on toast and a glass of fresh milk before him. Dick wasted no time, picking up his fork and shoving a piece into his mouth.
As he ate, he said, "Guess what I found out?"
Ririko raised an eyebrow. "Your bonus went up?"
Dick shook his head.
Bruce took a guess too. "You found another new bar?"
He felt he didn't get along particularly well with Arthur and would rather hang out at other bars.
Dick swallowed his toast and lowered his voice.
"That unreasonable village chief from yesterday suddenly dropped dead. The whole village is mourning him now."
Ririko and Bruce were instantly interested.
"What happened?" Bruce asked.
Dick leaned a little closer. "His family found him lying in bed this morning. His body was already stiff, and he had this really strange look on his face, like he'd seen something he shouldn't have."
A mocking smile slowly curled Ririko's lips.
"So he was the one who got