He continued, "You are Jake Randolph, right? Not Jacob Randall? Not Groucho Marx? Jake Randolph, private detective?"
My mind was reeling, wondering how the hell he found out who I was. But I couldn't let it show.
"I told Morty I didn't want to have to come looking for the two of you or I was going to be pissed."
"Oh, you're not going to have to come looking for us. I'm going to tell you right where we are. And where Scarlett Wilcox is."
No, no!
I guessed it wouldn't have taken much to find out where I lived...
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
Sheeet! I reckon you’ve been a bit sloppy this time Jake old man!
Christopher almost 5 years ago
Thanks, guys.