Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 235

Rivers looked up solemnly, "It's not the latest model but it was all I could afford. At least it's a convertible."

There was an empty silver bucket on the pier, so I flipped it over and sat down on it beside Rivers' wheelchair.

"How did you wind up in this thing, Lieutenant?" I asked as I inconspicuously pulled a hook from Rivers' opened tackle box and began straightening out the end.

"You can thank your old pal Sharkey for that, Jake."

"How so?" I asked, continuing to unbend the fish hook out so it would come to a straight point...