Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 234

"Hello, Lieutenant," I said as I approached him.

He pulled the fishing rod back and tossed the line out into the pond. The splashing of the lure created ripples that echoed across the surface of the water like so many years gone by.

I looked down at the wheelchair. I wondered if it was some sort of dodge to deflect away from him actually being the one that was threatening Sharkey. I needed to be sure.

"That's some nice wheels you've got there, Rivers," I said. If he was really confined to that thing that remark would sound very crass...