Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 133

The needle had just penetrated the skin when he started sobbing. I think he'd finally been broken.

"How long was I out, Doc?"

"About six hours," he said with utter resignation in his voice.

I shook my head, "That means they could already have gotten her and been back by now."

He nodded, his chin bobbing up and down on his chest as his head hung low.

"What's this all about, Doc? You might as well tell me. I'm up to my damn nipples in this thing now."

I went to the table in the corner and leaned against it...