Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 51

I took my eyes from the road, turning to look at her just as she said Stane's name. Her reaction was one of repeating a name she had heard in passing, nothing like the practical nervous breakdown she suffered on the pier the first time she heard it.

"Does that name mean anything to you, Kerri? Does the city of Las Vegas?"

"The name sounds familiar, and I know the city of Las Vegas, but it could just be because you were talking about them before."

She turned to look out the window.

I sighed, looking back at the road...