I laid there in my bed, Roxie sleeping beside me, with my hands behind my head. I was staring up at the ceiling fan slowly twirling itself to death. I wasn't really keen on resurrecting Jake Randolph, Private Detective, even briefly.
But what was I really afraid of? That I wouldn't like it... or that I would? My decision to retire as a detective was not a rash one. I gave it a lot of thought and a lot of soul searching. But even though I had enjoyed a more leisurely life I felt like I wasn't really being me...
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
You must be true to yourself Jake!
Frenchie almost 3 years ago
You know, the old adrenaline rush cannot be denied... cafe owner is nice but..... :-D
Christopher almost 3 years ago
Thanks, everyone.