The Slingshot Witness

Summary

I accidentally witnessed a murder scene from my balcony.

The killer had just delivered two solid thwacks to the victim with a baseball bat.

He looked up and saw me standing there, sipping boba tea.

From a distance, he counted the floors to my apartment, then flashed me an OK sign.

Then, right in front of me, he raised the bat high, ready to savor the final blow.

And I, casually, pulled out my slingshot.