“I know you’re in there! The fuckin’ note is gone and that shitty little car of yours is in the parking lot!” The pounding continued. “Open the fuckin’ door, or I’ll kick it in!”
“Troy,” Butch said with a sigh.
With a final peck on Ernie’s cheek, Butch left the living room. He unlocked the door but didn’t open it. As he walked back to stand next to Ernie, the door burst open, banging against the wall. Troy charged in. He stood, red-faced and fuming in front of Ernie and Butch, hands on his hips.