Jake Randolph in "Bourbon On The Rocks" Pt. 131

I knocked hard several times and got no answer. I knew she probably wasn’t asleep this quick. I knocked harder. Nothing.

I wasn’t about to wait to try and wake the manager up at 2 am to get a master key, so I used nature’s master key: my shoulder.

I broke the door open, pulling my gun from the holster under my left arm, and stepped in. Her coat was thrown over the couch and her shoes had been kicked off right inside the apartment. There didn’t seem to be any sign of a struggle.

But that didn’t mean anything…