“There’s someone you need to talk to, about Mr. Watts’ murder.”
“So help me God, if you tell me it’s Watts himself—his ghost.”
There was a long, pregnant pause before Sage said, “Tell me when you’ll be home. The person will be with me at my place.”
“Sage…”
“Please. It’s important.”
Mike scrubbed a hand through his hair. “With luck, I’ll be home by one-thirty, if I don’t catch another murder before then. That’s the best I can tell you.”
“I’ll be here.”
“I’m sure you will,” Mike said sardonically, but under his breath, as he hung up.
* * * *
“He said he’d be here at one-thirty…maybe,” Sage told Jon and Brody. “After that,” he smiled dryly, “it’s a crap shoot whether or not he’ll stick around long enough for me to convince him you two are truly here and want to talk to him.”
“With you as the intermediary,” Jon said. “This could be interesting.” 4