Sage smiled slightly when Brody put his arm around Jon’s shoulders and said, “It could be worse. At least you’ve got me hanging around to keep you company.”
“I’d be crazy by now if you weren’t,” Jon murmured. “How you managed to survive on your own…”
“I have a mission. Not that it’s done me much good. Five years and all I have to show for it is zilch.”
“How did you die?” Sage asked.
“Shot by someone who didn’t like that I was an undercover cop. They never found out who did it, so I’m stuck here. Once in a while I meet someone like Jon, but they’ve all moved on.”
Sage sat in one of the chairs along the wall under the sketches and photos, gesturing for the ghosts to take the other ones, “If you can.”
Brody snorted. “Of course we can. You think we’ll sink through a chair?”
“You probabl
