Boy Gone Missing

Today I did an excercise where I wrote a mystery with a water gun, three dice, and a half eaten sandwich.

"C'mon, go already!" Andrew shouted to his opponent. He was in his room betting in Craps, as he did weekly. Normally, he betted with friends and people he knew under his parents' rules, and it made him more comfortable. But today he was betting with a total stranger. "I wonder how much trouble I'll get in for this," thought Andrew. "Well, it's worth it for the money he offered me. Besides, I'm almost eighteen."
The opponent finally made his move. Big mistake. Andrew smiled and looked up. "Hand me the money. All thousand dollars," he said gleefully. This was exciting! His opponent had offered a lot.
Suddenly, the opponent grimacded and took some sort of weapon out of his pocket. Andrew put down the sandwhich he was eating and ran to his closet to hide. The opponent followed him. Andrew grabbed the first thing he could find to distract the opponent, which was a water gun. He squirted, and the distraction lasted for a while, but not long enough. The opponent grabbed Andrew by the neck, led him to his car, and drove away.
Meanwhile, Andrew's mom had found the ndice that they were playing with and called private investigators to report a missing son. The invistigators had detected the fingerprints on the dice. "They must be from...Larry George. He's been on a lot of cases lately! Let's get em' guys," exclaimed one of the investigators.

EPILOGUE
Just as Larry George got home and grinned meanly, Andrew's mom and investigators rescued him.