Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 86

Hans snapped his fingers and two tall blonde gentlemen, very fit with very blue eyes, came through a door at the back that must have led to the basement. One came up behind me and grabbed my arms and held them as the other one fished in my pockets until he found my wallet. He passed it to Hans. He opened it, pulling some of the cards out.

"Let's zee," Hans said as he rifled through the cards. "Jake Randolph, I take it? Well, Mr. Randolph, your name has Teutonic origins."

"Well, you can't win 'em all," I said sarcastically.