He looked and saw that my hands were empty and smiled.
"Just who the hell are you?" he asked as he held the gun on me. "You're not a cop."
"No, I'm Jake Randolph. I'm the one your colleagues so foolishly thought was Mr. Saint and hired me to kill Deborah Newstead."
He nodded, "So, I'm assuming you didn't kill her?"
I shook my head, "Nope. She's at Construction Site 7 right now along with Scarlett Wilcox. Oh, and the L.A.P.D. They'll be here any second. I wouldn't add a charge of first degree murder to what you're already facing."