After three attempts with the doorbell produced no response, Nathan raised a fist and hammered on the door.
“Open up, Simon, it’s the police,” he called out loudly enough to be heard throughout the house.
He was reasonably certain Will Simon was home for his car was parked in the road out front, but it didn’t surprise him that the career thug showed no sign of answering the door. Nathan suspected Simon had either heard or seen him approach the front door and headed upstairs where he could watch and wait for the police to leave.
Nathan pounded on the door for a second time and shouted, “Answer the door, Simon. You’ve got thirty seconds. Answer the door or we’ll break it down.” As he anticipated, he got a response that time.
Almost before he finished shouting, Nathan heard footsteps thun
