He looked like he was being sincere, but this man had fooled me before. When he pulled the rod back and cast it out again I leaned forward and stuck the straightened out hook into the side of his leg. He never even flinched.
He noticed my movement and pulled the hook from his leg.
"Don't believe me, huh, Jake?" he asked as he thrust the hook into the top of his leg several times. I could see blood starting to seep through the fabric of his pants. I grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
"Okay, Lieutenant," I yelled, "enough!"
Christopher over 6 years ago
Sorry for only posting one. I didn't have time to do anymore tonight.
Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
But what a one though! Plenty of time before tomorrow to try to work out where this could go....before you let us know. Exciting!
Christopher over 6 years ago
It's playing with my emotions too because this isn't how I originally envisioned this. This is the third Jake Randolph story and all three of them took on a life of their own, independently of the author.