Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 97

I knew if he landed a couple more punches on me that I would go down and wouldn't get back up of my own volition. My head was still spinning like a rotisserie chicken. I don't know if it was my instinct for survival kicking in or if I just got tired of feeling like a battered wife, but I summoned the strength to lunge at his midsection, knocking him to the hard asphalt with me falling down on top of him. I heard his head as it snapped back and hit the ground. Now he was seeing the stars...