Chapter 32

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It was close to one in the morning when Mike got home from work. That didn’t stop him from ringing Sage’s doorbell. It took a couple of minutes for Sage to answer. The second he did, Mike handed him a piece of paper, saying, “Get in touch with Brody.”

Sage read the paper, his face lighting with relief. “How did you manage this?”

“A lot of fast talking, and a promise to put in a good word for him with the parole board when the time came.”

“Come on in,” Sage said, even as he hurried to his computer. “I don’t know how often Brody checks his email, but it’s the only way I have of contacting him.”

“You should have asked him where he lives.”

Sage shot him a disgusted look. “He’s a ghost. He probably doesn’t have a home.”

“Then where does he keep his laptop? He doesn’t carry it with him.”

“Okay. Good point,” Sage replied as he wrote the email and sent it to Brody. “Now we wait?”

“We do. Do you mind? I know I woke you up.”