Under normal circumstances Jax would have been aware of Mac's presence before she even opened the door, but he was not feeling very normal. He hadnt' even changed out of the clothes he'd been wearing when he'd jumped in the river to save Sumi. As a result they were still a little damp in spots and rather uncomfortable, but he didn't notice those things. He'd spent the afternoon making sure that Sumi was all right, and then he'd done a little search for the idiot who'd almost let her die. He came up with nothing, but that wasn't what had kept him awake in his room and in his wet clothes long after the sun had gone down.
Something about what had happened to Sumi that day had had more of an affect on him than he thought anything ever could. Yet, his thoughts were not so much about Sumi as they were about Rachel. She had been the only girl he'd ever loved and the one and only murder that had ever managed to stick to his conciousness.
When Mac came into his room he was standing at the window, with his hands clasped behind his back and looking out into the dark. His body was present, but his mind was far away, in Israel.