Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 122

I vaguely remember being asked where Diana was. Did I answer? Did I say she was at Rosie's in Pasadena? I couldn't remember. I think Vic's ugly mug was leaning over me, smiling into my face.

I drifted in and out of consciousness for God only knows how long. I didn't know what day it was or what time it was. I was even questioning who I was.

I had to get out of there, but I didn't even know where there was. A hospital? A doctor's office? I wasn't even sure what country I was in at that point...