Every once in awhile, Foggy finds a gift left just for him. On his birthday, when he wins a big case, when he’s had a really, really bad day - whenever there’s an excuse, he finds something small and thoughtful waiting for him. But there’s never a note, no signature, no nothing.

Karen says it’s not her, Marci laughed in his face and it sure as hell isn’t Brett. Whoever could it be.