“The detective’s here,” Jon said, nodding toward him.
“Harris?” Brody looked. “Well, damn. I told you he was good.”
“Who’s he talking to?”
“You’re asking me?” Brody replied. “I never…What the hell?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Whoever the other guy is, he sees us. He’s looking right at us. I mean at us.”
“He can’t be.”
“Oh, yeah? Move away a bit, and watch his eyes.”
Jon did. The man’s gaze followed his movement. “Now what do we do? What if he tells Harris he sees us?”
“I think he already has, from the look of disbelief on Harris’ face.” Brody chortled. “I bet Harris is about to call the guys in the white coats. Come on.” He walked toward Harris and the other man.
“By all that’s holy, he’s here,” the man who’d seen them said to Harris. “In fact, he, they’re, coming over.”
“Sage…” Harris si
