Chapter 8Mike was up and moving at ten the next morning. Painfully until he popped his pills and they took effect, but still moving. He made breakfast then called Sage to set up a meeting with Brody.
“How are we going to manage that?” Sage asked. “You leave for work before I get home.”
“Well, hmm. At your office? If you’re not too busy, that is.”
Sage chucked. “I think I can fit you in. Say, sometime after two. I have to visit with a client at his house at noon.”
“Two works.”
With that set up, Mike spent half an hour doing the deep breathing and rotation exercises his doctor had suggested. They exhausted him, which he didn’t like, although he knew the exercises were necessary if he wanted to get back to what he did best—stopping criminals before they struck again.
Not that I did all
