Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 126

I heard footsteps approaching the door. I readied myself. The door swung open and the doctor entered and began speaking.

"Well, Mr. Rando...," he stopped short when he saw I was not in the chair.

I grabbed Mallory's right arm and twisted it behind his back. He screamed out in pain. I pushed him over to the chair and dropped him in it. I threw the leather strap over his right arm and cinched it tight, then repeated that act on the other side.

"Mr. Randolph, please! I was only following orders!"

I frowned, "Hitler's men said the same thing."