Manhattan

After talking to Alex, Brian felt better and went out for a late dinner. That night, it had been a Korean place, a welcome change from the ubiquitous fast food and family restaurants in the Virginia suburb where he lived. In bed by eleven, he had a good night's sleep and was at the police precinct shortly after eight the next morning. As he entered the building he felt like he could lick a bear and eat its ass for breakfast, to use one of Alex's favorite expressions.

Brian found Cavallo sitting at his desk and talking to the forensic pathologist, who had finished examining the knife they'd removed from Nakanishi.