Finn knocked on Jack’s door. He knew it was late, but he also knew Jack would be up. The man barely slept, from what Finn could gather.

     The door opened and Jack stood there, his hair sticking up in all directions and his eyes sleepy.

     “Shit,” Finn said, “did I wake you?”

     “It’s okay,” Jack said with a sigh. “I fell asleep on the couch.” He stepped back and opened the door wider. “You look like you need a drink.”

     Finn stepped into Jack’s apartment and looked around. It was basically a carbon copy of his own apartment except it was two levels below. There were two apartments on this...