Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 93

Apparently, I did hook the fish after all.

The goon driving, which I now knew as Rocco, turned back saying, "We need to get him to the boss as soon as possible, Sal. Since we didn't locate the money, this joker is the only thing standing between us and a bullet from the boss."

Sal looked as if he might heed his buddy's words until I asked, " What's Sal short for? Sally? It suits you."

I saw the muscles in his jaw jumping like a frog on hot asphalt.

"Stop the damn car now!" he growled through clenched teeth.