Post 6

"There you are", Otis whispered, spotting the old homeless man that he had seen a few nights before. It was about 11:30 and Otis had been waiting for the old man. He was curious about where the old man stayed and thought that investigating would get his mind off bigger problems. Otis left the Castle Apartments and slowly followed the staggering old man, who was obviously intoxicated. After following the old man's crooked path for what seemed to be hours, Otis caught the old man sneaking into the roller rink. Otis, bewildered, began to follow in but was stopped by a voice. "Hands where I can see 'em!" Otis put his hands in the air and slowly turned around. "Stop turning!" the voice shouted. Otis stopped and felt the barrel of a handgun buried into his back. "Empty your pockets slowly." Otis tried to reason but got nowhere. "Empty your pockets. I don't want to hurt no one." Otis pulled out his wallet and dropped it on the ground. Otis waited a moment and heard his wallet hit the ground and footsteps running in the opposite direction. He turned quickly and saw only a silhouette disappear. "It was only 12 bucks," muttered Otis. Otis left the rink and back to the Castle Apartments.