Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 94

Rocco pulled off the road into the parking lot of a furniture store, driving the car behind it. Thankfully, the joint was already closed. I didn't want to put anyone but myself in potential peril. But the peril waiting for me at the end of our journey was far worse than anything that might happen behind the furniture store. At least I had a fighting chance here, confronting these two idiots.

When the car stopped, Sal motioned quickly with the gun toward the door, ordering me out. I opened the door and stepped out into the warm Las Vegas night...