Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 12

Harrigan stepped into his office and closed the door. He turned and grinned.

"Randolph. What is it you want from me now? I saved your life in France, for crying out loud."

I shot him a disapproving look, "And I saved your sorry carcass twice as I recall, Harrigan. That means you owe me a lifesaver."

He smirked as he fished in the right pocket of his pants. He pulled out a roll of Lifesavers and threw them at me.

"Even Steven. Now get outa here, Randolph. I got work to do."

"Meet any Jane Does lately," I asked coyly...