Hinky

About three months ago, a couple of girls moved into an apartment on the third floor of our building (I live on the first floor). Neither of these girls seemed to have a job or any visible means of support. They immediately started having a bunch of thug-looking guys who don't live here in and out of the building at all hours of the day and night. Lots of loud parties, lots of suspicious-looking people, lots of complaints from the neighbors. Okay, fair enough. Don't jump to any conclusions.

Last night I heard the sound of the front doors of our security building being forced open. I sauntered out to check who forced the doors, and there was a really hinky-looking guy who strolled in with a couple of beer bottles in his hand and pushed the button and waited for the elevator. Bad-looking dude -- rough trade, as they used to say. Anyway, I sort of eavesdropped on him when he got off the elevator to see which apartment he went into. Yeah, it was that one. Okay, fair enough. Don't jump to any conclusions.

When he got on the elevator on the first floor, a neighbor who lives near me on the first floor got off the elevator and walked right by him. When this neighbor saw me checking out this guy, he asked me which apartment he went to. I told him where the hinky guy went, and my neighbor told me the hinky guy had a handgun in his waistband. Okay, fair enough. Don't jump to any conclusions.

The neighbor called the police and told them what happened, and sure enough, about ten minutes later seven cops arrived and knocked at the two girls' apartment with guns drawn. Three cops pulled hinky dude out and frisked him and questioned him while four cops went into the apartment and looked around and questioned the girls who were there (one of whom was not the original tenant). The cops ended up letting the guy go, apparently because they themselves didn't see him with the gun and didn't see anything hinky enough in the apartment to hold him for. Okay, fair enough. Don't jump to any conclusions.

Turns out that the parents of one of the two girls who originally moved in had been paying the rent on the place (which is pretty substantial) until they realized what was going on and pulled their daughter the hell out of there, and God knows what the girl who's left is doing to pay the rent. Apparently it has something to do with hinky guys who drive pimped-out Mercedes Benzes, force their way into my apartment building, and carry handguns in their waistbands.

Okay, fair enough. Don't jump to any conclusions.