Can I help you?

A bald guy wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a tie knocked on my door tonight. He asked for a Troy Roper; he was going to serve "Troy" with court papers. I'm guessing Mr. Roper hasn't been very responsible about paying his bills. That's the second time since we've lived in our house that a private investigator has come by looking for a previous tenant. Of course, it could be worse: This guy could show up on my front porch.