Ray turned around slowly. His eyes narrowed the second he got a clear look at the dude behind him.
The guy's name was Kevin.
Ray knew exactly who he was. Kevin was the neighbor next door — the same asshole who made Julia moan so loud every single night that it blasted straight through the thin apartment walls. Those "ahh… ahh… harder!" sounds always made Ray hold his breath, half pissed off, half with blood rushing to his head. And now this same motherfucker had the balls to call him "soy boy."
Kevin slapped Ray's shoulder again, harder than before.
"Yo, soy boy. You deaf or what? I'm talkin' to you."
