Rory came back a few minutes later. He held a finger to his lips, indicating silence, and thrust a matchbook with the Tricks logo on the front into Sean’s hand. “You didn’t get this from me.” He walked away.
Sean opened the matchbook and looked inside. On the inside cover, Rory had scrawled a Lake Shore Drive address and an apartment number, nothing more. Sean closed the matchbook and put it in his pocket. The relief he felt made him hang his head and gasp…and then laugh. He wanted to cry as well, but there was no time for reveling in emotions.
He knew where Arliss was. And at least the possibility of salvation was before Sean.
Now would come the hard part. Confrontation—and getting the man he loved away from what sounded mysterious and perhaps even life threatening.
How would he do it?
He didn’t know. But nothing mattered more than taking action…right now. He threw some bills on the bar and hurried outside to hail a cab.17