"Open up shithead!" I'm pounding on the neighbor's door at the same time that I'm trying to quell the rage in my lungs. "Open the fucking door. I know you're in there!"
"Let's call the police," Will says behind me. I'm obviously making him uncomfortable with the amount of aggression that I have no problem unleashing when it comes to his daughter's privacy.
"The police aren't going to take voyeurism seriously here," I mumble over my shoulder before turning back to address the pervert who is hiding in his apartment. "You got a good look at me, right? How about a closer one? Open the fucking door!"
I hear the locks start working on the other side, and I take a step back—ready to finally get a look at this disgusting piece of shit. Instead, the sawed off barrel of a shotgun is pointed at me from under a golden security chain.
