The locker door swung back with a metallic clatter. The sound echoed through the empty locker room for several seconds. It was early, too early for anyone but Dan Tracy to be here. The young blonde stud was always here early. He liked to have the locker room to himself for a while between the changing of the shifts. He worked days but it would still' be at least half an hour before the rest of the day shift started to trickle in with their noisy conversation about the weekend I and how many chicks they had balled and how much booze they had drunk.
By that time, Danny would be dressed. He would have gone through the procedure with the ritualistic care that was such a source of...