Sage found the email from Brody about Ogden Reed when he got to work the next morning—berating himself for not having checked his email the previous day. Still, he wasn’t about call Mike and wake him up, so he waited until early afternoon.
“Answer you phone,” he muttered, the third time his call went to Mike’s voicemail. “I swear, if you decided to go to work, against doctor’s orders…”
He finally gave up around four in the afternoon. He emailed Brody to tell him that he hadn’t talked to Mike yet. As soon as I get home, I’ll bang on his door until he answers. Of course, knowing Mike, he might be at work, the i***t.
As good as his word, Sage did stop by Mike’s townhouse when he got home—and got no answer when he rang the doorbell.
He wasn’t too surprised when he walked into his place to
