Jake Randolph in "Bourbon On The Rocks" Pt. 12

His lungs gasped for air that had been knocked out of them by the wall.

"And what's wrong with me? You're wanted for the murder of a lounge singer and you have the nerve to ask what's wrong with me?" I asked incredulously.

He fought for the air to spit out his words, "Not for murder. I'm wanted for questioning."

"Right," I said, nodding my head. "And you're hiding out here because you're innocent?"

"No," he said as he pulled a flat glass flask out of his pocket and drank from it. "I'm hiding because I'm being framed for murder."