Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 6

I met Harrigan for lunch one day at the Bluebird Diner in downtown L.A. We'd been home about two weeks at that point. Harrigan was contemplating going to the police academy and becoming an L.A. cop. If he did become a cop the first thing he needed to do was bust the cook at the Bluebird for attempted murder.

"What about you?" Harrigan asked. "Care to join me?"

"As a cop? No thanks, pal. I'd do better as a private detective."

"A private dick, huh?" he said. "That's a good idea. You're already a public one."

"You're all heart, Harrigan."