Both questions came from a semi-wet man wearing a bath towel precariously wrapped around his rather lean hips. He was standing in the doorway and his eyes filled with wonder as he looked at them with surprise. He stopped drying his hair.
His demeanor changed instantly and his expression darkened.
“Hey, I’m not giving to anything or converting to anything so go bother someone else,” he said curtly. With that the man grabbed the doorknob and started closing the door.
Josh put his foot in the way and effectively provided an immovable object that stopped the other man from closing the door.
“We’re not selling anything,” he told the other man. “Are you James King?”
“Yeah,” the man answered, his eyes shifting suspiciously from one to the other. “Who are you?”
Bridget took out her badge and ID at the same time that Josh did.
Josh made the introductions. “I’m Detective Youngblood. This is Detective Cavelli.” He’d faltered for a second, then decided, in order to avoid any confusion, to state the name that she still had printed on her identification. “We’d like a few words with you. Mind if we come in?”
The man remained standing exactly where he was. The suspicion deepened on his face. “What’s this all about?” he demanded.
“Mr. King, really, this will be a lot easier on everyone if we step inside your apartment. You’re not going to want to hear this standing out here like this, half naked,” Bridget told him, her voice taking on a gentle note.
After a moment, the man took a step into his apartment, opening the door wider so that his unexpected visitors could enter.
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