“Let’s head to Sage’s, to see if he managed to pass on my message to Mike,” Brody said, soon after ten that night. “This waiting is driving me crazy.”
“I noticed. If ghosts could wear paths in a carpet, there’d be a hell of one from here through the bedrooms and back. Why hasn’t he let us know already, one way or the other?” Jon replied, before realizing neither Mike nor Sage had any idea where they were, or how to get in touch with them. “Okay. Dumb question.”
“No kidding.”
They arrived to find Sage watching the news. As soon as he saw them, he turned off the TV, telling them, “He might not live.”
“Who are you talking about?” Brody spat out.
“It was on the news. The police located Irwin in some rooming house. There was a shootout and…” He clenched his hands.
“Irwin was shot?”
Sage
