Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 36

Now, I don't mean to imply that all Italian guys in suits look like mobsters, but these fellas may as well have been wearing signs around their necks saying, "Hi, we're in the Mafia."

I walked to the payphone at the gas station just down from the inn. I could still see the two thugs in the distance. They were watching the front of the inn so intently you'd think it was a Betty Grable movie.

I dialed the Seaside Inn and told the switchboard operator what room I wanted.

Kerri answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, baby. It's Jake. Change of plans."