Jack's currently sitting at the bar, drink next to his right hand, a book propped up in front of him. Or, more specifically, a Sony Daily Edition Color eReader; not exactly top-of-the-line for his time, but it's about as fancy as he remembers ebook readers being, the last time he saw one. It's not what he would have chosen, but besides the text-to-speech capability which helps when he finds it hard to concentrate on print, there's one big advantage.
When you're using an eReader, no one can tell what you're reading, and right now he's thinking there's a certain New York detective that might be kind of embarrassed to see that he's reading
Heat Wave. He probably wouldn't have touched it, if it wasn't for his need to do something that might even be remotely useful in helping Beckett. If all he can do is read about the character that the killer is obsessed with, then he'll do it.
He hasn't gotten to page 104 yet, and one can only guess what his reaction's going to be when he gets to it. Someone might want to distract him before he gets that far, or just to give him a reason to look away from the screen. Even though it's not backlit, he's still getting a headache.
[ooc: Am hitting the wall tired-wise and heading to bed, but post is open for the rest of this week if anyone wants to tag!]