"It’s Friday night and the only music store in the mall, Da Hot Spot, is the place to be. Crammed with a young, rowdy crowd, the Spot pounds with a steady hip-hop beat that draws in the customers and keeps them milling in the aisles.
When an employee sees two guys casing the store, she advises manager Bill Jackson to call security. But the last thing Bill wants is to cause a scene, particularly one that might incite racial tension. In the hopes of settling things quietly, he asks the alleged shoplifters to empty their pockets.
Jamal Bey and his cousin Tyrece have long been regular customers at the Spot. Jamal knows Bill, but neither Tyrece nor Bill’s employees know just how well. When he’s asked, Jamal agrees to show Bill what’s in his pants ... but only in private.
So the two head for the back room, where Bill discovers just how hot Jamal’s merchandise is."
Hot Merchandise By J.M. Snyder It’s almost eight o’clock on a Friday night, one hour left until the mall closes, and the music store aptly called Da Hot Spot is jumping. Hip hop music pounds from the sound system, rattling the windows and drawing a young crowd. The aisles are jammed with kids, mostly high school age and up, rifling through rows of CDs, jostling each other for a turn at the listening stations, flipping through the poster racks, thumbing through the discount DVDs. Many of them aren’t there to buy anything—they want to be seen, so they stand in small little groups of friends and flick their collars, straighten their jackets, slick their hands through already perfect hair. In a small city with little else to do, this is the place to be. At one end of the sales counter, as
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