The Thief

The thief lives next door. I met him the day he climbed the fire escape to rob his upstairs neighbor. He was not subtle in his fire engine red hoodie lifting up the screen trying to pry open Joey's locked window. I called the police. 

I still see the thief all the time, propping open the downstairs door to deal drugs in the tenement hallway, leaning into open cars, dealing drugs on East School Street, the famous crossroads and the parking lot across the street and downtown. 

I will never trust him.