Jack Vincent

Sober, it takes Jack a few days to actually talk himself into it. He hadn't been surprised that, when he'd bought it up, Poison had agreed but wanted to come. A little thrill of heat flushed under his skin when he thinks about it. Bull had suggested a hotel room and Jack had insisted on paying. It's snowing, lightly, as they duck into the hotel, as he heads over to the desk and offers his I.D.

"Are we sure about this?" he says, glancing at Poison standing just behind him.