Otto's house was cozy, minus the taxidermy animals and the workshop.
Otto held a drink,"Uh, no thanks; On duty.", "Right, sorry; Coffee?", "Yeah.", Otto nods, poured coffee and handed it to Keith while getting whiskey for himself.
"What do ya wanna know? I got shit to do."
"I'll try not to take much of your time."
Otto nods, sitting down, exhausted already.
"So; Have you seen Theodore Peterson or Franklin Perfectly ever pass through to get to The Weather Station?"
Otto nods,"Yes; In fact, I once ran into those kids.", "Gerda, Leonard, Valeria and Leslie?", Otto nods, face grim,"Yep. They were chasing him down, yelling and going to beat with bats.", Otto sipped the whiskey,"One of many incidents. . . Leonard was the leader, along side Valeria, Leslie following like a sheep; Gerda was always trying to stop them.", Otto sighed,"Good kid. Don't understand why she tried so hard to put them on the right path.", Keith wrote that down,"And, The Petersons? Do you have any history besides helping Theodore and Franklin?", "They bought something once or twice, they greet me when they see me and I wave back.", Otto sighed, Keith nods.
"And. . . Halloween night: Where were you?"
"At the graveyard. . ."
Otto shrugged,"Kevin was found murdered in house and I was. . . Paying my respects.", Keith heard; Kevin was a journalist.
"Listen: I can't say I did see them, at night it's hard to see shit. But take my advice Keith. . . You be careful.", Otto lifted his glass, swirling the liquid,"Kevin dug too deep and look what happened to him. . . You learn to stick your head where it doesn't belong and know when to shut up.", Otto took another swing.
. . .
Keith nods,"Could you keep an eye an eye out on costume pieces of a Witch, Skeleton, Astronaut and Ninja.", "Alright.", with that Keith left Otto's house.
Keith walked back, his thoughts swirling; Could Kevin's murder be connected?
They did say there was potentially someone else in the catacombs, an adult so. . . Maybe there is something still in there.