Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 106

Vic laced his fingers together and rested his hands on the desk in front of him. He was looking at me strangely; almost like a guy that had to fire a close friend that worked for him, and he didn't relish the task. I'd never met the man before in my life. I'd seen him in the flesh once at Rosie's L.A. establishment, and his reputation walked a hundred miles in front of him, but other than that we were strangers.

I had one thing in my favor: as long as Diana's location was a secret, they needed me alive...