Emmett’s warning
“What are you talking about, Emmett?” I asked, stopping in my tracks. He whispered, “Not here,”
glancing around nervously before pulling me into the janitor’s closet. I glanced at my watch – I was going to be late for my meeting.
Under the bright, flickering lights, Emmett looked even worse, and I asked him if he was alright. “You… Mr.
Carlson… Just stay away from him, okay?!” he finally exclaimed.