Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 68

"Oww, you're ahurting me!" he said, actually sounding like Chico Marx.

"Lemme guess," I said as I held him up against the wall, "you're the one the hotel desk clerk called? The man with his ear to the ground? The one to talk to about the goings on in Zurich?"

He smiled, "If ita goes on ina Zurich, rest assured that I'ma the man you wanna talka to!"

I expected his monkey to show up at any moment. He sure seemed like the typical organ grinder to me.

"Okay, Mr. Italy. I need some info. And you better have it."