The next day Abbie was back in her office, trying to get some work done, trying not to think about Jack. She felt rather than heard someone at her door. She looked up to see Adam Schiff, arms crossed in front of him, wearing his characteristic overcoat and hat.

"Adam," she said simply.

"Anything you want to tell me? Maybe about what happened at the 27th precinct yesterday?"

Abbie stood and walked around from behind her desk. "I'm sorry, Adam. Of course I should have let you know right away. How did you find out?"

"Word gets around when your former star prosecutor gets arrested for vagrancy."

Abbie sat on the couch. Adam followed, removed his hat and coat, and placed them on a chair. He sat across from her and said, "Talk."

"I'm not sure what to say. Yes, Jack was arrested for vagrancy. I understand that those charges were dropped. Lieutenant Van Buren wasn't interested in prosecuting him, only in getting him into the precinct long enough for us to figure out what we should do about him.

"He's been living on the streets, Adam, from what I can tell. He's lost weight. And he couldn't even make it through a two-hour interrogation without pulling out a flask and drinking."

Schiff grunted. "Did you talk to him?"

"I did. He told me he's okay. He made a pretty good case for himself, actually." Abbie realized the irony of Jack still making cases.

"Do you know how to contact him?"

"No. And Briscoe and Green have returned to where they found him and asked around. Nobody has seen him since he was brought in."

Adam stood and retrieved his coat and hat. "Keep me informed," was all he said before he left the room.

Abbie stayed where she was, on the couch, for several minutes. Her conversation with Jack replayed in her mind. He really did seem okay in some ways, she thought. Then she thought about how cold it would be within a couple of months, and she wondered where he would go.