Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 15

I smirked, "For what? Withholding evidence to a crime that didn't happen? When did they pass that law?"

Harrigan pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned it off. He got out without uttering a sound. He pulled a cigar from his coat pocket, bit the end off, and lit the other end with a match he struck on his pants. I wish I could do that.

I looked at the road. There was a break in the guard railing where Kerri's car smashed through and went off the curve to the bottom of the ravine...