Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 154

I moved like a jungle cat from one stack of crates to another, all the while hearing Sal verbally abusing Diana. I made it to the last stack of crates in front of the office. On either side of the door there was a giant pane of glass, which had Venetian blinds that were turned down but not quite closed. So you could only see flashes of movement inside.

I saw through the blinds what looked like Sal tying Diana to a chair.

"Gotta go find that idiot," Sal said, opening the door.

I stepped out from behind the crates...