"If I find out I'll let you know," she said. She could throw him a bone once in awhile. He was being nice enough. For now.
"If you get wind of anything with Demassi's crew, let me know. Something's going on with organized crime in Gotham."
She wasn't going to tell him about the clowns dying. He probably already knew.
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