Chapter 2
The entry bell chimed as soon as Anton crossed the threshold of Reggie’s Liquor & Junior Market on 104th and Central Avenue. He was on his way down the candy aisle whistling Dixie when he felt someone watching him. He looked over his shoulder and grimaced at the store clerk who was mopping the floor and watching him like a hawk in the sky would his prey. Anton stopped in his tracks and swiftly turned around.
“Damn, Bull, what are you mad dogging me for?” Anton asked as if he really didn’t know why.
“I know that was your lil’ ass that clipped me for that case of booze last week,” Bull said with a twisted face. He was a dark skinned, husky cat with nappy cornrows and a face full of acne. He rocked a smock over a white T-shirt and a pair of New Balance sneakers. “You try lifting
