Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 131

I walked over to Mallory and slapped his face back and forth a few times.

"How long was I out?" I asked as I grabbed his hair and raised his slumping head up to look at me.

"Go to hell," he said. The man obviously had more moxie than I would've ever thought.

"You first," I said rather menacingly as I picked up the syringe and went looking for anything to fill it with.

I found a few bottles on a shelf and grabbed one and filled the syringe with it. He looked very frightened as I came toward him...