Jake Randolph in "Tiki Moon" Pt. 163

I slipped through the parking lot, taking cover behind cars, looking for Mr. Saint, but he had given me the slip. I pulled the Groucho glasses off, holstered my gun, and headed for my car. I could've easily gone back into the Tiki Moon and gotten my money from Morty, but I needed an excuse to go to his house. I wanted to have a look around the place. And I wasn't holding my breath for an invitation from ole' Morty.

As I drove back to my apartment I was collecting my thoughts and trying to piece some things together...