“Unfortunately,” Mike told Sage when he got home, “the guy said the two men he met bore no resemblance to any of the driver’s license photos of George.”
“Do you want me to take over, tomorrow?” Sage asked. “I’m between clients at the moment so I can spare the time.”
“You’re sure you want to run all over hell and gone?” Mike replied, immediately handing him the list of management companies.
Sage grinned. “Yep, if the department pays for my gas.”
“I think I can swing that, as long as you use your police ID for the interviews.”
“Of course. They probably wouldn’t talk to me otherwise.”
* * * *
Friday morning, after Mike had left for work, Sage began making calls. He was horrified when he looked at the list and counted thirty-six companies, not including the two Mike had already contacted. “I’ll be stark raving mad before I’m finished. I hope to hell not all of them rented an apartment or condo to someone with the right initials.”