There was a mountain of files to be reviewed and signed off on, but Conrad Ecklie was not going to forgo his evening plans. He cast a rueful look at the pile from the graveyard shift. At least one thing positive had come from Sidle bolting in the middle of the night; Grissom had been nearly living at the office and finishing his paperwork with near record efficiency.
Vowing to get the pile off his desk tomorrow, Conrad got up, grabbed his coat and briefcase, and headed out of the building. He'd given up too much of his life to this job, but now, now that he was in a comfortable position, he could leave work at work. There was more to life these days, there was something waiting for him at home. Something that knew his needs and wants and it had a name.
Tivo.