The banging got louder.
“All right, all right! Hold your horses, Duncan. I’ll be right there.” Opening his front door, he started to say, “Look, wh…” then stopped, feeling a prickle of fear run down his spine.
Paul Lentin, Jr. looked drunk, swaying in his doorway. Lynn tried to close the door, but Lentin Jr. pushed hard against it, causing Lynn to stumble and the door to crash into the wall.
“Mr. Lentin, what are you doing here? How did you know where I lived?”
Lentin, Jr. stumbled inside. “Nobody says no to me, you little fucker. Nobody! Who the f**k do you think you are?” His words were slurred. “Dumb faggot. I have money. I can hire people to find anyone I want. You! I want you, and I’m gonna have you, whether you want it or not.”
The man lurched into the living room, tripping over
