Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 67

This joker kept eyeballing me from behind a giant potted plant, very furtively. He looked like what you would expect to see if Chico Marx had been cast to play Boston Blackie. I paid for my coffee and went around the opposite side of the café, going around behind it and up through the alley until I was now approaching the little man from behind him. I tapped his shoulder and he turned quickly, a dagger glinting in the Swiss daylight.

I grabbed his wrist and twisted it until he dropped the weapon. Then I pulled him into the alley...