Getting Lucky
It's been declared a brownout, and all over New York, city workers are being told to take the afternoon off.
They're still in his office, going over the last of some evidence, the window wide open to let in steamy air, the files occasionally being used as fans, cold drinks from the vending machines dripping in the humidity.
Claire shifts on the chair and spreads her legs a little. Jack looks up, sees the fine beads of sweat trailing down her neck to the valley between her breasts, and sets the files down.
It's a Friday. Everyone's getting lucky today.