Chapter 3
“Nice place,” I said, looking at the exterior of the townhouse. It was on one side of a courtyard which was surrounded by other ones like it.
“Better than ours,” Jon retorted, laughing, as we entered—through the door, without announcing we’d arrived.
“No warning?” I asked. “What if they’re…occupied?”
“At nine in the evening?” Jon said.
“It could happen.” It did with David and me, more than once.
“We weren’t occupied, as you put it,” Sage said, coming into the living room. “More’s the pity, but we knew you were coming. Mike’s upstairs, changing. He’ll be down in a minute.”
Mike was, saying as he came into the living room, “I take it the ghostie boys have arrived.”
“Plus one,” Sage replied. “I told you they were bringing Mr….” He looked at me in question.
“Burton. Tonio Bu
