Jake Randolph in "The Naked Beat" Pt. 23

Have you ever laid two magnets close together on a table and watched them slide toward each other and collide? That's what I felt my new life and my former life was doing at that moment. It seemed I was destined to don, however briefly, the uniform of the private detective again.

"Listen, Mr...?"

The man looked embarrassed, "I'm sorry, Jeffrey Miller."

He stuck his hand across the bar. I shook it.

"Jake Randolph."

"Would you mind if I showed this photo around?" he asked with eagerness.

"I don't mind, but they won't listen to you. However, they will me."