He took her hand and shook his grip was sure and when he touched her she once more felt that sense of electricity dance across every single one of her nerve endings.  It also felt like all of her hairs stood slightly on end as if she were in a cold breeze.  He then took his hand back and intoned in perfect grammar and in a voice that did not at all sound like the rough neck she had initially been speaking with "I am pleased to meet you Charlotte Rose Franklin and no I did not know your husband but I can help you if you are willing to do homework.  Think really hard and sober on what you will do when his killer is located or what you would have done.  You have well probably a few minutes I will be back."<br/><br/>With that  the 'man' slid off of the stool and slipped out the back door.  As he left the few other patrons in the bar looked at Charlotte in silence but their expression all screamed 'run.'  If the mourning woman cared to look at the clock over the bar Sage was gone exactly fifteen minutes before he returned and slid back onto the stool next to her and picked up his glass and knocked the last of the amber liquid back before he pushed the empty toward the tender and got a refill and then shifted his questioning gaze to her.