Paul Smecker exhales sharply, a smile playing on his face, a real smile this time, as he steps out of the storage closet and straightens his tie like nothing ever happened. It’s not often he fools around at work; actually, he’d never done it before, but it’s a strangely exhilarating feeling.

He throws a bit of a frisky look at the detective he’s just made out with behind him and mutters, “Come out a few minutes after me. Wouldn’t want to get caught now, would we?”