Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 127

I went to the table and saw the hypodermic needle he'd used to inject me with Pentothal. There was still some left in it. I picked it up and turned back to the doctor.

His eyes widened, his face looking like a plate with two sunny side up eggs sitting on it.

"I need to know exactly what I said, Doc. And I need to know now."

Mallory started stammering, trying to reason with me.

"Mr. Randolph, you have to be careful with Pentothal! The wrong dose could kill me!"

"Do I look the slightest bit concerned about that, Doc?"