Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 92

The goon with the gun laughed, "Would you believe I'm Mary Queen of Scots?"

I studied his face. "Now that you mention it, there is a slight resemblance."

He gritted his teeth, "Oooh, you're asking for it, ya know? If we didn't need ta bring you back to da boss I'd pound the life outa you, ya know?"

I looked him dead in his beady little eyes and calmly said, "I'd sure like to see you try it, friend."

He looked back at me just as determined and called to his buddy up front, "Stop the car, Rocco. Right now."