Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 243

I walked up the road and didn't look back, although a part of me wanted to stay and help him catch fish. He'd been brought down as far as a man could be. It was a damned shame.

I was lost in thought as I walked back down the road to the gas station. I needed to call a taxi and get back to the airport so Sharkey's pilot could fly me back to Monterey where I could give Sharkey the bad news that the only suspect we had turned out not to be the one we were looking for...