Who do you trust?
Months after her mother's murder Marissa decided to start going through the paper box labeled "confidential' that she'd taken out of Vicki's bedroom.  Vicki had grown distrustful in the months prior to her end, having taken to storing only the absolute barest of information on her work computer while storing the real information elsewhere.  The editor hadn't been able to find anything further, nor had any of the police when they looked over her computer.  No one had considered the box; Marissa herself had forgotten about it, chalking it up to just a haphazard collection of photo albums, old notebooks, a piece of jewelry or two.  Yet something made her open it.

Hours later she was on her way to Star City, having bothered only to mention to Bruce that she would be "out" for awhile and to not wait up.  The old man was creepy enough that he probably would figure out where she went before she even got there anyway.  It was the specific destination in Star City that would be harder for anyone to trace.  Bruce Wayne may have been the World's Greatest Detective, but Vicki Vale had been pretty clever in her own right; their daughter had inherited the best of both.  A little bit of digging, a few idle threats, a little bit of money changing hands and soon enough Marissa had exactly what she needed.

221 Arbor View Road.

She rang the bell.