Key to any detective’s success is the informant. The docks are always a good place to get information about the criminal underworld (particularly on a foggy night), and who better to keep tabs on the Mob’s movements than an old salty sea dog? I imagine the informant above to be named Crusty. For a ten spot he’ll tell you when the shipment comes in. For a twenty he’ll tell you where. For free he’ll tell you to go to Hell.