Usually, when Mick wanted to find someone, all he had to do was concentrate on that person, and he'd be able to see where they were. It came in pretty handy for tracking down suspects, as a general rule. However, when he'd tried to do that with the convicts that had escaped yesterday, he'd come up blank. Probably because they were the product of someones imagination. That said, a couple of the imaginary fugitives had been apprehended, and he'd discovered that he could see them if he mentally checked their cells.
He'd just got a cup of coffee from Nikki's and was heading back to his cruiser when a possible hiding place occurred to him, and he decided to take a quick mental peek, so he was quite literally mentally elsewhere when the jogger barreled into him, snapping his focus back into his physical location. His coffee went flying, and he had to grab onto the pole of a street sign to right himself, the other hand automatically checking his weapon holster, and then his wallet.
"Oh, I'm fine," Mick assured the jogger, satisfied he hadn't been robbed, "Just lost my coffee is all. I think it was my own fault though. I guess my mind wandered."