Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 130

"Where?" I yelled loud enough to shake the paint off the walls.

"Rosie's!" he said, trying to match my tone but falling short by several decibels.

Damn! I thought. I only hoped I didn't mention where that was.

"Did I say where Rosie's is?" I asked, with my stomach in a knot.

He looked up at me and laughed a weak but sinister laugh. "You didn't have to. Vic knew exactly where it was!" he said, seeming to revel in that knowledge.

"You're full of crap," I said.

"His boys have already gone to bring her back here," he chuckled...