The angry knocking continued. s**t! He’d have to get up and open the door and tell whoever it was to get the f**k outta here so he could sleep.
He got out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans over his jockey shorts in case it was a woman at the door. It didn’t sound like a woman’s knock, but you never could tell. He actually hoped it was an angry woman banging her fists on the door. He’d love to soothe her out of her anger and entice her into bed with him.
When he pulled open the door, he saw two men in overcoats standing in the hallway. He recognized one of them as the police sergeant he’d talked to yesterday. f**k! He should have stayed in bed and waited them out. “You guys have a warrant?” he asked, not waiting for them to show IDs. He sure hoped they didn’t have an arrest warrant.
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