Police Headquarters
The detective looks at Goodguy and sighs, "nothing, actually. Patrovich was exhausted, severe jet lag or some such. He's trying to sleep through it so he can talk coherently; said it was vital the heroes know what he knows."
"He's probably got the right idea, I've been going for twenty hours and could use a some beauty rest, myself. Listen, this is what I've got in mind."
"Starre here can run some story about how you guys managed to break the crime wave, and tell the city they're all safe, again. We all go get some shut eye, and then you guys straggle in here between 8:00 and 9:00 so we can do some paperwork, build some bridges, and make some contingency plans."
"How does that sound to you?"