Someone is inside my apartment building, knocking on my door. I answer it. Standing in front of me are two undercover cops. They flash badges at me.

Goodevening Sir. Are you familiar with an older man who lives in this neighborhood, with only one hand?

No, I say. I know of some weird older man who likes to sunbathe in a pair of bikini underwear on that grassy half-circle at the end of the block.

Alright, thanks for your time. Then they continue upstairs to knock on the neighbor's door.

- Forestter