Manhattan

"Commercial, Lowry."

The voice was curt, perfunctory.

"Intelligence, Boyle."

There was a pause.

"Brian! Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"Not quite yet. Anyway, I thought you'd want to know. We got the murderer."

"You did? That's great! But wait a moment. We, you said we. Who is... How did you... Tell me!"