Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 187

"He's in room 12," I said, "and I still think you're making a mistake, Rivers."

"Up the stairs, Jake," Rivers said coldly.

We went up the wooden stairs, which were old and creaky. This was another place that looked like the set of a John Wayne picture. Nothing in this place would give you any indication that we were almost to the middle of the 20th century.

We got to room 12 and I knocked on the door. If the book was accurate, this room was empty.

I knocked again, calling out, "Sharkey?"

Rivers looked like he was getting antsy...