“Do you want to go to their place to see if that’s where they went?” Sage asked when Mike returned.
“I can’t get away for a while, but if you want to.” Mike tapped his lip thoughtfully. “Let me see if Brody’s available to go with you. It could ease things some, if he’s there to act as an intermediary.”
“Good idea.”
Mike took out his phone and sent a text since, as Sage knew well, he couldn’t talk to Brody—or rather, he couldn’t hear whatever he said in reply. After hanging up, he said, “He’ll be here in a few.” Taking out his pad, he checked his notes before writing the address Sage needed on a clean page, tearing it out to hand to him.
‘A few’ turned out to be less than a minute, and Brody wasn’t alone. Jon, his lover in every way except physically, was with him.
“What do we have?” Brody asked Sage.
“Two men, killed in what looks like a drive-by shooting,” Sage replied.
“The ghostie boy has arrived, I presume,” Mike commented, as he couldn’t see or hear Brody.