The after-hours office was somewhat quieter than the eight-to-five office, but bad guys punched their fellow man, not the clock, so the office never completely stood down. The lighting had gone from wide area to localized, putting pockets of shadow between the door Jake and Bryn entered and the desk where Matt waited for them.
As Jake followed Bryn in an indirect beeline around desks and other obstacles, he couldn’t help thinking the lighting was like their case. A few spots of light, a lot of dark, with nothing to tell them what mattered and what didn’t but an imprecise blend of experience and instinct.
Matt was looking out the window at the night city but turned at their approach. Tiredness cut deep tracks around his eyes, but he still gave off enough energy to light the city and most
