Jake Randolph in "Requiem For A Stripper" Pt. 154

I got to apartment 23 and knocked on the door. I heard shuffling in the apartment, then the door swung open.

The guy was about eight inches taller than I was and had forearms that were bigger around than my neck. His face looked like the doormat at a roadside pub. I did not want to tangle with this guy.

"Yeah? Whaddya want, pal?" he asked with a voice that sounded like a chainsaw cutting into a tree trunk.

"Are you Horace Busby?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"I'm here about Debra Snow."

He grabbed me by the collar, pulling me inside...