Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 88
I told Morgan I would be back later; wishful thinking on my part. The whole way down the stairs and into the car, all the while with a gun barrel biting at my ribs, I kept seeing flashes of gruesome deaths. And the only constant in all of them was me.
One of them shoved me into the back of their Buick Roadmaster, following me in. I was trying to keep them straight, as I had yet to learn their names, nor they mine. Strange for three people that shared such a volatile relationship, however brief it may have been...
- Category: Crime, Murder & Mystery
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Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
I'm trying to work out how he's going to get out of this fix, but I shall have to wait for the excellent storyteller to let me know. (Oh, and I did vote as well Christopher!)
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D.M. over 8 years ago
'Looking forward to some fun nicknames here!
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Christopher over 8 years ago
Thank you, Neville, for your kind words. I appreciate the support you've always given. (And thank you for your vote!)
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Christopher over 8 years ago
I'm still contemplating their names, D.M. I hate to be cliché, but then again, I think one would expect them to have gruesome, gangster-sounding names. Vic Stane wouldn't employ anything less!
