I looked back at the young man. He was wearing a black tee shirt and jeans. He kept his head down staring at the bar. His hand was wrapped around an empty bottle of Carib beer.
“... I saw his hand tighten on the bottle and instinctively, in a quick second, I knew what was coming.”
“A bad seed,” Tubby said.
“What do you mean, Tubby?”
“That boy cause them some pain. He get in trouble as a youth. He’s a batty one.”
Batty, I thought. I had heard Tubby call someone else that recently.
I started towards Pierce.
“Go easy now,” Tubby said.
Standing behind the bar, I moved in front of Garvin Pierce. He would not lift his head up to look at me though I was sure he knew I was there.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Garvin?” I asked.
“Who you?” he said not looking up from his beer.
“Wha
