“There's no way that this day could get any worse,” Jack muttered, tossing the file onto the table disgustedly.
“Knock on wood. You really shouldn't say that,” Serena replied, knocking lightly on the worn wooden surface with the knuckles of her left hand. “Nothing more dangerous than tempting fate.”
“That's a ridiculous, childish superstition. The gun thrown out, the confession suppressed, witnesses recanting right and left. What exactly do you think could make my day any worse, Serena?”
“Have I mentioned that I'm a lesbian?” she answered matter-of-factly, watching with smug satisfaction as Jack slumped back in his chair, defeated.