“You got the good stuff?” Johnny overheard the Hispanic man say to the white.
“Yeah, my man,” the white answered. “How much you need?”
Johnny tightened his grip on the can in his left hand, placed the one in his right under his left arm, reached into the cooler and grabbed a longnecked bottle with the name Mango Delight painted in fuchsia. The man in the cheap suit exited and the young boys paid for some candy then raced from the store. Johnny paced to the glass counter, checked over his shoulder, placed the bottle and the two cans in the small cleared area between the register and the Plexiglas lotto ticket tower. “These and a Quik Pik.” Johnny gestured to the state’s daily numbers game.
“Will that be all?” the attendant asked.
Johnny’s eyes snapped to the speaker. He was a thin man,
