Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 207

"Why do you ask that?"

Her brow furrowed, "You kept mentioning her name in your sleep, along with several other names. Hall, Rivers, Luigi, Sharkey. What's that all about? And how in the hell did you get shot?"

I propped myself up in bed. "Sit down, babe. This is going to take a while."

She pulled a chair over to the side of the bed and I recounted everything I had been reliving in my unconscious state for the past few days. Right up until I got shot in Guadalajara.

"And then I woke up in a hospital," I said...