And just to be clear about it, Kevin Ford was not disgruntled. Or if he ever was, Remy can be sure that it was not his hollering that had caused the foul mood -- rather, it would be the bus he had to catch about or almost an hour ago just so he could get home. Traffic and walking for about ten minutes were not his cups of tea, after all.
A manila envelope would be found pinned by his arm as he eyed the motorbike, then the beer, then the person standing before the screen door. A slight surprise registered itself in Kevin's face -- wow, Remy's here? Those words remained in his mind as he slipped in between the older man and the door so that he held onto the fake-steel handle and started to pull the creaking thing open towards him and beholding the hallway that now laid before Remy.