Jake Randolph in "Bourbon On The Rocks" Pt. 8

"Flattery and a dime will get you a cup of coffee at the corner diner, Milton."

"Jakey, listen. I'm in trouble. I need your help."

I exhaled. I didn't want to get involved in this. But regardless of the passage of time I considered this man a friend once. A flawed, overbearing schmuck of a friend, but a friend nonetheless.

"Where are you, Milton?" I asked in an irritated tone.

"Silver Sun Motel. Downtown Garden Grove. Room 13."

"How lucky," I said sarcastically. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Thanks, Jakey. I knew I could rely on you."