Jake Randolph in "Requiem For A Stripper" Pt. 267

Now, I couldn't be recruited to dance at an elitist soirée, so there were only two reasons why someone would need a photograph of me. Either they were a fan of my investigative exploits and wanted an autograph, or it was a way for someone to identify me so they could kill me. And my money was on the latter.

I heard a noise outside and looked around the corner at the back door that I'd entered through. Just then a bullet whizzed by dangerously close to my head.

I ducked back behind the wall as I heard footsteps outside...