John came in, just after Tracey, looking just as disheveled as she did. He didn't bother straightening his tie, that was hanging open around his neck or hiding the bruises on his neck. Let the general public think what they will. It's just sex.
He sat down next to Taff's feet, and looked at Tracey. He coughed to get her attention, and touched his shoulder. He could see Tracey's bra strap that wasn't totally covered.
His feet were up on the table in front of him, and he looked at Taff. "So, uh, what do you think happened? If someone did die?"