Klempner presses the bell… “This is an invitation-only establishment…” He waits five seconds then presses again, leaning on it this time, setting a shrill continuous ringing echoing inside. “The general public are not encouraged to wander in off the street.”
After a few moments, the echoes morph from alarm-bell to footsteps, drawing nearer before, moving smoothly on well-greased hinges, the door swings open.
The individual standing there is short, scrawny, greasy and seems to be keeping some of his lunch stored for a later occasion on his tee-shirt.
As he claps eyes on Klempner, he gawks and tries to pull the door closed, but Klempner moves quickly, jamming a foot into the gap. “Evening, Ricky. Good to see you too. Where is he?”
Ricky hangs onto the door, his fingers wrapped around the
