Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 129

"Okay, Doc," I said as I stood up and clapped my hands together. "Where did I say Diana Blackmore was?"

Mallory shook his head side to side belligerently like a toddler who didn't want to eat his peas.

"No...no...no!" the doc said, slurring his words like a sailor in his 47th hour of a 2-day shore leave.

I stood up and kicked the chair I had been sitting in across the room. It crashed against the wall, startling the doctor.

"Look, Mallory, I don't have time to play bullshit games! Did I say where Diana was?"

"Yes!" he shouted.