Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 227

As we pulled up I realized this couldn't be it. Rivers said his grandmother's place was a cabin by a pond at the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. This was a small bungalow style home in downtown Mariposa. But I figured since I was there I would see if the residents were at all related to Frank Rivers. I just needed some sort of pretense.

I told the cabbie to wait for me. He nodded, turned up the radio, and pulled his cap down over his eyes, nestling back into his seat.

Nice work if you can get it...