Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 98

I repeatedly punched his face, even after his nose started oozing blood. I knew he had already been knocked cold, but I was taking all my frustrations out on his ugly mug.

Then, a giant meteor fell from the sky and landed on the back of my neck and head, causing me to fall forward onto Sal, roll to the ground beside him, and lose consciousness. It was either a meteor or Rocco slipping up behind me and bringing the butt of his gun down on the back of my head.

The way it felt, my money's on the meteor...