“Look, you don’t understand how this works. I’m selling retail, you’re selling wholesale. You can’t raise the price like this because ain’t nobody going to buy from me. Then I ain’t gonna be able to buy from you.”
That was sound reasoning but Downing apparently didn’t get it because he yanked a g*n out of his coat and shoved it in Hippie’s face.
“It don’t matter a lick if I bought the bullet in this g*n retail or wholesale you little prick. It’s going to blow your head off either way.”
He was getting dizzy staring at that spiral staircase. What if those boys were up there in his apartment waiting for him? If not, they’d already been there. Surely they found his g*n. They found it and laughed about it over a beer from his fridge and then they sold it to some thug who was using it at this
