Congo's iPhone rings the ring tone is "Its raining men." He fumbles with it and tries to answer it but Ape fingers ain't built for touch screens. A single 38 caliber slug silences the phone.

Brriinnng rinng...Brriinnng rinng...Brriinnng rinng...

"Chongo."

"Hold on! Hold on, calm down Madam."

"You say you are not a woman. Could have fooled me." In fact the high pitched shrieks of the voice on the other end of his classic black 1930's desk phone with earpiece on a string and mouthpiece on the base had fooled Chongo.

"You say that you are Jake Tillington. You are in the boardroom. You have been there the whole time. You just talked to your sister on the phone. The case is solved."
"What about the 30 grand?"
"Yes I do think I deserve it."
"No I do not think that I am a dirty money grubbing gumshoe."
"I will not do that to myself, even though for a chimp it is anatomically possible."
"I'm gonna find your sister and get my moolah!"
"No I don't know where "Gentleman" George is."
"No I will not send two of Chicago's finest up to the boardroom to tide you over. Not that there is anything wrong with that."
"Good Day sir, or madam, whatever you are. Good day!"