Sage did what Brody had suggested, calling Mike at work. He was surprised when Mike answered. He’d expected to be put on hold by a receptionist—or whatever they call them—while the man tracked Mike down.
“Why are you answering the phone?” Sage asked, once he’d identified himself.
“The joys of desk duty,” Mike said sarcastically.
“Okay. Getting telephone ear yet?”
Mike snorted. “Big time. So, to what do I owe the honor of your call?”
“You are in a bad mood. Sorry. Brody and Jon had a question but it can wait.”
“Lay it on me.”
“This Ogden Reed guy who shot you. Was he in business with Irwin?”
“We think he might have been Irwin’s boss. It’s the logical conclusion. I won’t go into details at the moment. Why do they want to know?”
“Jon finally remembered the name of the man who came to
