Jake Randolph in "Bourbon On The Rocks" Pt. 142

I nodded, “Yes, I do.”

“How did you find out who I am and where I work?” she asked with irritation.

“A mutual friend of Rose’s and mine at the Cherokee Club. Tiffany Cross.”

“That figures,” she said. I didn’t understand that remark. This dame was acting weird.

“I’m tired of doing this,” she said as she handed me a card with a suite number at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel.

“Uh, thank you,” I confusingly said as I took the card.

As I walked out the young man placing books in the display window said, “Have a nice day, sir.”