Needle Without A Haystack

From a whodunit case involving questioning a group of caffeine-crazy, sleep-deprived individuals slowly morphed into a macguffin hide-and-seek chase through the walls and floors of black and white.

Leading said chase was suspect turned ally, the scrawny man, with slightly fractured lenses due to a little accidental police brutality - thought I suppose Jay done more harm to the officer than the office had done him - Irene had a little red welt in the middle of her forehead gradually growing more both in size and visibility. 

But hey, if that was the price to pay for a lead most promising, I'd be more than happy to bestow myself with my own swelling bump in the face. Brave of Irene to volunteer herself for it, what an unsung hero, I suppose that'll teach her to stop running so far ahead in narrow, winding corridors.

Irene, at first, remained ever the skeptic, but as Jay explained his case, she slowly started coming to accepting this sudden helping hand.