Harrigan came out onto the balcony and yelled, "You okay, Randolph?"
I looked up. "Yeah," I yelled, "He took off. I got his plate, though."
"What is it?" Harrigan asked as he pulled a pencil and pad from his coat pocket.
"4X4422!" I yelled. "Brown Plymouth De Luxe! Looked like a '49!"
Some guy on the second floor opened his window and yelled, "Hey, shaddup out there, will ya! I'm trying to listen to the radio!"
I yelled back, "Hey! You want me to climb up there and shove that radio down your throat, asshole?!"
He quickly closed the window...
Neville Hunt 5 months ago
Jake has certainly got a nice turn of phrase!