"Hey! Open up! We know you two deadbeats are in there!" An angry voice shrilled from the other side of the door. It was Callie, yelling as loud as she could. "Yeah. You're not getting away this time," Sue shouted through the door. "We want those paychecks before you gamble them all away!" "Who's that?" Rock asked Frank. "How should I know?" Frank replied sharply. The pounding on the door grew louder. "Knock off that noise!" someone yelled from another apartment. "You tell those good-for-nothing husbands of ours to come out now!" Callie yelled. "Yeah," Sue added. "They're not wasting their paychecks on card games this time!" "Go away," Rock yelled back. "You got the wrong place." The pounding continued. Somewhere down the hall a baby screamed itself awake and began crying loudly. "Let's do it and get out of here," Hard Place said, nervousness showing in his voice. Joe knew it was the right moment to make his move. Hard Place glanced over at Rock for a split second, and that was enough time for Joe to slam a steel fist into the thug's gut.
