Emmett tried to smile but faltered when he saw the worry stamped across the young man’s features.
“Hello, sweetheart! Martin tells me you need to see me? Something about Arliss?”
The man nodded.
“Forgive me for being so rude, but could you remind me of your name?”
“It’s Sean. I’m Arliss’s boyfriend.” He took a sip of his drink, 7UP from the looks of it. Amateur. “I’m worried about him and thought maybe you could help.”
“Oh?” Emmett pulled out a stool and sat next to Sean.
Sean glanced nervously over his shoulder. “Is there someplace more private we can talk?”
Emmett thought of the coke in his office. “Not really. What’s on your mind? I don’t have a lot of time.”
Sean blew out a big sigh and launched into an abbreviated version of what was going on. “So I was just wondering—you know—with your connections, if you knew where I might find this Josh Tyler. I need to get Arliss away from him.”