The fact that it was daylight meant it was way too early for him to be awake, but unfortunately, his night time activities didn't preclude him from having a day job. Sunglasses hiding his blood-shot eyes, Knox had walked down to the closest Starbucks to pick up a coffee and one of their pastries. (It was leftover from the bad coffee/doughnut habit all cops seemed to cultivate.)
He was well on his way now to sobering up when he felt someone's hand hit his arm. If he'd been the kind of guy who was edgy, he might have overreacted and thrown the offender to the ground, but he wasn't that tightly wound.
Halting his steps, he took a sip of the strong black brew and turned to see who it was that was tugging on his sleeve. And, more importantly, why.