Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 191

I took the stairs two or three at a time as I made it up to the third floor. I ran down the hall and found Room 22. I knocked frenziedly. After a moment Russo answered the door. His chin and jaws were covered with shaving cream. He had a safety razor in his hand.

"Randolph? D'you change your mind about getting some sleep?"

I was winded from all the hustling. "No, Sharkey. We've got a problem. Hall had an accomplice; my old Army lieutenant. And he's coming for his money."

He grinned, "You mean he's coming for my money!"