Jake Randolph in "The Naked Beat" Pt. 208

Skip wasn't such a big man without a gun in his grimy little hand. I whipped him like I was his father, the last punch to his ugly mug sending him to drift among the stars.

Alex wasn't as big of a pushover, but I had every confidence in Jeffrey. He was a man's man, something I didn't think the first night he came into the café searching for his daughter.

It wasn't long before Jeffrey knocked Alex cold. We both rose up slowly.

"You okay?" I asked, breathing heavily.

He nodded.

But, unfortunately, we had temporarily forgotten about someone...