Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 115
We pulled around the back of a house that gave no indication that it was a doctor's office, save for the mailbox containing the name "Dr. Amos Mallory." It was a white stucco house with a red clay tile roof. Not your typical doctor's house. Although I doubt Mallory is your typical doctor.
They stopped the car just as the sun was setting. It could have been a lovely evening, but for the fact that two mobsters were taking me into some quack's chamber of horrors for God knows what purpose.
How did I keep getting myself into those situations?
- Category: Crime, Murder & Mystery
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Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
Guess you're just accident prone Jake, that's all. Love 'some quack's chamber of horrors'.
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Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
...oh, and thanks for the Randolph harvest, Christopher.
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Christopher over 8 years ago
Thanks, Neville. There was a lot of exposition in those drabbles and I didn't want to post just one each day, so I sent them all out. I wanted to get the set up for the meeting with the doc out of the way in one evening. Thanks again.
