You get into the squad car beside the officer. Your heart is hammering and you are confused. What the What? Duncan sips coffee as he drives saying little. He has elevator music cranked up loud on the radio. He takes you downtown to a run down hotel. He nods curtly to the lady at the front desk and she drums her nose with two fingers. Upstairs two floors and a short walk has Duncan knocking a complex code of tapa taps and loudest cop style knocks. The door opens and Budd Kaiser is standing there in a bath room. His remaining hair up in curlers and a big funnel joint in his mouth. "Come on in comrades". He steps aside. The apartment is full of drugs bottles of booze and sexy ladies, some of them completely naked.
"Kaiser," Duncan sneers, lighting a cigarette that looks hand-rolled. You don't remember him ever being a smoker, but maybe it's some cop thing. Especially because it kind of stinks in here.
"Duncan," says Budd, lighting the joint and grinning. "I see you finally managed to get your hands on this one without that old bastard getting in the way?"
"Sure enough, Buddy," says Duncan, exhaling thick smoke that smells sharply chemical and not at all like tobacco. It makes you cough and only a few seconds later you're feeling pretty weird. You rub your eyes and look back at Duncan. He looks about four feet tall now. Looks like a little kid in a man's clothes. All draped and covered, just the barrel of a pistol peeking out of the sleeve and firing a bullet into your skull and killing you. Sorry, kid.
The End.