“I knocked—not the cop knock that says, “Let me in right now, you piece of shit,” but the polite human being knock that most cops reserve for victims’ families. That’s my typical knock anyway, since I’ve always hated calling attention to myself. I wondered briefly if my knock wasn’t manly enough for Zig, but then I thought, fuck it. I was already pretending to be macho by doing the driving. I didn’t need to batter down the door.”
Book:Body and Soul