“If we think he does, trust me, we’ll tell you, Sage, so you can pass the information on to Detective Harris,” Jon told him.
Sage hoped his reaction to the idea of having a reason to see Mike Harris again didn’t show on his face. He’d had a thing for the handsome detective ever since the man had moved into the townhouse complex. Not that I have a clue whether he’s gay or not. He was at the club because he was looking for someone, although he didn’t act like it was his first time there. He sighed to himself.I’ll keep having dreams about the two of us together, either way.
“As if he’ll believe me,” Sage grumbled. “Mike thinks I was drunk when I told him I saw the two of you.”
“Don’t worry,” Brody said. “I can tell you things that’ll let him know you really have talked with me. I knew him, back when, since we worked on a case together a short time before my untimely death.”
“That should help.”
“All right. It’s getting late and I’m sure you want to go home,” Jon said.