Great. Kirkland finds the door to the stairs. A stench assaults his nose as 
he presses the door open. It isn’t as bad as a two-week-old corpse shut up in a
closed apartment, for example, but it’s close. Somebody’s been using the
stairwell as a lavatory. What Kirkland can see of Feinberg’s face beneath 
the
fedora, just the lower half, shows no reaction.