I told Harrigan of my plan and we parted ways. It wasn’t really a plan. I just hoped if I confronted Bobby Diamond at the club that he would get Striker to do away with me, since he couldn’t rely on Cal and the two goons to handle it.
I stopped by my office on Sunset and picked up my spare pistol and then headed to Long Beach to the Cherokee Club. Walking right into the middle of that place would be one of the most foolhardy things I’d ever done.
But I was playing the last card I had…
Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
Jake Foolhardy Randolph...it’s your middle name Jake!