Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 125

I unstrapped my right arm and then reached down to unstrap my ankles. Once free from the torture chair, I quietly moved to the door. I gently turned the knob but it was locked. I waited behind the door, so when the doctor opened it I'd be able to take him down from behind. I leaned against the wall, trying to remember if I had said anything while I was under the influence of the Pentothal. I just couldn't recall what I had revealed. But it didn't matter. When the doc came back, I would make him tell me everything...