“...I don’t know where to begin,” Lola said on the phone.
“Lola! I don’t care…where the f**k is he?” Emily shouted.
Her feet had gone weak all of a sudden and she quickly found a couch to sit on, preparing herself for whatever Lola was about to dump on her.
“Okay..” Lola said, clearing her throat. “So the good news is that I know where he is or where he should be. I called a friend and they said he was at Oakville.”
“Lola I already know that.”
“Okay…He is with a friend. We all know him as Jay…”
“...and who is Jay?” Emily caught in.
“Jay. He is, umm, he is the bad news.”
“What does that mean?” Emily adjusted the edge of her seat.
Lola became reluctant and that wasn't what Emily needed at the moment. "Lola, who the f*ck is he?"
“He is not like a good guy.”
“How so?”
“He
