Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 30

The cab pulled up in front of the Seaside Inn. Kerri raised her head up from my shoulder, where she'd rested it shortly after our journey began. She rubbed her tired eyes as I opened the door and helped her out. The cab driver didn't try to kill us on the way home so I gave him the full fare.

We walked into the courtyard of the inn. The moon was casting a pale, silvery glow all around us. I walked Kerri to the door of her room.

"Jake," she said ever so softly, "please don't leave me alone tonight."