“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Sage replied in dismay.
“You didn’t.” Mike felt guilty for teasing Sage. “Trust me; it takes a lot more than that. Okay, I’ll get the sheet for him, or a copy of it, and we’ll go from there.”
“Have they caught Irwin, yet?”
“Nope. If they had, I’d have been the first one they’d call, since it’s my case. Speaking of which, I have to get moving.”
“I know. Sorry. You get off at one. Right?”
“If I’m lucky. How do you know that? Spying on me?” Mike grinned.
“No! I…Sometimes I’m still awake when you get home.”
“At one-thirty?”
“When I’ve got something on my mind—a project I’m working on—and can’t sleep.”
“Yeah. I know how that goes, only with me it’s a case.” Mike glanced at his watch. “If I don’t get going…”
“You’ll be late, because of me.” Sage hurried down the porch steps, calling over his shoulder, “Let me know if you get it.”