“Sir?” The cop knocked again. “We know you’re in there, sir. You’re not in any trouble. Could you please come to the door so we can talk to you, sir?”
“Ray, you are one polite motherfucker.”
“No sense in agitating the guy any further than he already is. Sir? Metro Police, sir. Can you come to the door please?”
“He ain’t coming.”
“All right, all right. You download the warrant and I’ll set the transporter coordinates. You want to materialize in the kitchen this time?”
“Yeah, fine; but put me in the doorway, in case he’s got a carving knife.”
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