There was a knock on the door. Then a man's voice.
"Hey, Sal. Open up."
The doorknob turned this way and that. The door was apparently locked. The man on the other side of the door grunted, then there was the sound of a key being used.
The door opened and a thin unattractive man with long straggly hair walked into the darkened room. "Sal? Come on, man. I know you're here."
The man walked into the bedroom and saw his friend lying in bed. He placed his hand on the fat ugly man and turned him over. "Sal?" He peered closer and gasped when he saw that his friend was dead. The cigar in his mouth was still lit, so he hadn't been dead for long.
The thin man looked at the nightstand and saw a purse. He grabbed it and pulled out an ID. It belonged to a transvestite hooker named Jon Gibson. He knew Sal was into guys, so it wasn't a total shock. What was a shock was the fact that his friend was dead, with seemingly no apparent cause.
He looked down at the ID again. Maybe this Jon guy knew what happened.
