Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 175

"Where's Russo headed?" he asked, still pointing the gun at me. I figured if I told him the truth he'd kill me anyway.

"Mexico City," I said.

"You're lying, Jake. I heard him say they were heading to Guadalajara."

"Then what the hell'd you ask me for?" I said, not even trying to hide my contempt.

"Wanted to see if you'd be honest."

"Honest? That's a funny word coming from you."

"Come on, Jake. Up until a few minutes ago you thought the sun shone out of my asshole."

I nodded, "That's true. Now I just think you're an asshole."