Tony pointed at them. “Nope. Don’t. Absolutely not.”
“What?”
“They’re like my best friends from high school. Touch them and I drown you both.”
Beth laughed. “He means it too.”
Tony nodded. “I 100% mean it.”
Chris leaned toward me. “So Sage’s coming, right?”
“Yeah,” I said.
They all looked at me.
Same question in their faces.
Does she have anyone?
Anyone but you?
I opened my mouth to answer.
And realized?—
I had nothing.
“Fine. Tonight. Our favorite bar. I’ll tell her to bring a friend. Will that shut you guys up?”
“Nope,” Tony smirked.
“Maybe,” Chris shrugged.
“Make sure her friend is hot, “ Mark countered.
I rolled my eyes, “Let’s get back to work.”
Back at work, feeling paranoid—I checked no one was around and opened Internet Explorer and head straight to AltaVista—the search engine everyone uses when Yahoo! doesn’t cut it.
I type her name: “Sage Colette Comeaux, Boston.”
Results are thin—some unrelated people, a few directory listings. Nothing that matches her glow.
Then the firm: “Hagan and Kane Law Boston”
The site loads—partner bios, no staff directory. No photo of her. No mention.
I try HotBot next, then Google (it’s getting popular fast).
Same story.
She’s a ghost. No online footprint. But then again I barely had one. I opened the cupboard above my desk opened the Yellowbook and searched by last name for her landline and address. I found her landline but her address wasn’t listed.
I stare at the Yellow Book longer than I should.
Her name.
Her landline.
