Chapter 6

“Hiya, Jake. We’re going to drop my new friend off at his house.” Sean repeated the address. “And I’m fine,” he added before hanging up. To Emerson, he said, “My manager is gonna kill me. She hates it when I bring sudden attention like this without warning her. As if I planned to almost become roadkill.” He settled his head on Emerson again. “So, tell me what you do?”

The guitar tattoo maybe pointed at a musician? But Sean’s voice was kind of monotone, with no real inflection. Besides his laugh. He’d make a lousy singer.

“I work for Olympus Cruise Line.”

“Oh, as a ship captain?”

Emerson chuckled. “No. As a customer service representative. Basically I help old people schedule their cruises. And listen to them talk about their grandkids. And let them bitch about whatever the hell’s pissed them off that day.”

“You spend all your time on the phone. Sounds boring.”

“It’s not bad. There’s plenty of room for advancement within the company. I can easily move up the corporate ladder.”