the clues were everywhere ; from the bricked up front window that saved replacing the glass each day as somebody would be thrown through it , to the flickering , caged single bulb in the doorway , intermittently illuminating whoever happened to be lay there unconscious at that particular time ; either post robbery/brawl , or just someone who had too much confidence in their liver , which they would n't be seeing again unless they coincidentally sought a replacement organ from the same back-street doctor that had stolen it .