Chapter 147

“We have company,” he said told Mike, who was in the process of dusting bookshelves.

“How many?” Mike asked.

“Brody.”

“Okay. Why?”

“I have a question for him,” Brody said.

“He’s got a question for you,” Sage told Mike.

“Have at it.”

Brody nodded. “Ask him if he knows anything about some homeless men who’ve died recently. Or, to be more specific, ones who did swan-dives off rooftops.”

When Sage relayed Brody’s question, Mike replied, “I haven’t heard anything, but unless they were murdered, I wouldn’t. Do you think they were, Brody?”