Lindsey licked at his lower lip. That was downright flirty, the way she said it. Between Lois and Zee, Lindsey had to wonder if the City wasn't having some fun at his expense. Beautiful women who liked him usually ruined his life.
"S'not gonna be pretty," he answered. "Secretary always gets the coffee wrong. Black." He shook his head, picking up the cup. "You'd think that'd be easy to not fuck up."
He took a sip, and nodded toward all the papers Lois had, and all the devices. "What's goin' on here?"
Another sip.
He leaned his elbows on the table. "Lemme guess. Tryin' to figure out where everybody went, why, alla that?"