"What you are doing, is playing with fire young man," Jake warned.
"Be that as it may, I still can't give out client records sir," the motel clerk replied.
Inasmuch as he saw determination in Jake's eyes, he could not foresee any danger in the offing given Jake was leaning on crutches. The permanence of the condition he did not bother to consider.
"You are aiding a criminal and it might come and bite you in your backside. In fact, it will come and bite you and so you need to consider right here, right now whether he is worth it," Jake threatened.
"You sir, are not law enforcement." The clerk was unmoved. He stared back at Jake over his desk, refusing to be intimidated.
Cindy sat across the room on a dusty couch that she could see was devoid of loving care. Jade was in the car helping Catherine to settle in.
