I pointed my '42 Pontiac Torpedo in the direction of Garden Grove. It was a really hot day so I had the windows rolled down, the warm air rushing into the car as I made my way toward another fish that was floating in trouble and needed me to scoop him out of it. But I had history with this fish. I couldn't just let him get filleted.
I pulled up to the Silver Sun Motel and exited the car. I walked the concrete path until I found Room 13 and knocked on the door.
"Milton, it's Jake. Open up!"