Pedro. Donald Matsura lived at 219 3rd. His pad was upstairs rear. There was no elevator. B-Squad hoofed it up and back. Rice banged the door. Music snapped off inside. A skinny Jap opened up. He was TB-ward thin. He had gassed hair topped by a jigaboo hairnet. He had pinned-out, darty eyes. Oooga-booga.
