Drug Dealer 3: America's Dope War by Isadore Johnson

Author:Isadore Johnson [Johnson, Isadore]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Murder, Drama & Plays, Dramas & Plays, Crime Fiction, Thriller & Suspense, United States, Teen & Young Adult, Thrillers & Suspense, Crime, Literature & Fiction, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense
Amazon: B00OLCW8QW
Publisher: K&E Publishing
Published: 2014-11-28T05:00:00+00:00

“Chapter # 15”

“Pull over…..”

“For a while I was wondering when we were gonna stop for gas. We’ve been riding on ‘E’ damn near the last three miles.”

“Stop acting like you were really paying attention to the God damn gauges. You would have drove this fucking gas guzzler till it conked out if it wasn’t for the damn computer reminding you ‘Your Fuel Is Low’….just pull over.”

Listening to his partner’s sarcastic direction, the man driving the black Cadillac ESV truck pulled over at the rest stop right up to gas pump #4. Both occupants got out of the vehicle and headed inside the adjacent convenience store. One of the men headed towards the front and stood behind the four customers in line. The other man strolled through the aisles of the store, grabbing a bag of sour cream & onion chips, a Snicker’s bar and two Nestle Iced teas. He abruptly put the Snicker’s back in its proper place on the shelf upon noticing the hard to find ‘Whatchmacallit’ candy bar, which was his favorite. He smiled and grabbed 3 of them.

By the time the man gathered all his goodies and arrived at the counter, there was only one person, a lady, in line ahead of them.

“Will this be all, Miss?” the handsome, well-groomed convenience store clerk ask the lady before ringing up the items she had placed on the counter.

“Yes, can I have a pack of Marlboro lights please,” she answered.

“Sure.”

The clerk rung up and bagged everything before taking the lady’s awaiting credit card. “Will this be debit or credit?”

“Credit.”

“I will need to see your I.D., Ma’am,” he told her politely and apologetically. Due to the clerk’s heavy foreign accent, it took a few seconds for the woman to comprehend what he had said. He had to point down at the little sign on the counter which outlined in fine print, the store policy dealing with credit cards purchases. The lady went into her purse, pulled out her driver’s license and showed it to him. He visually verified the info and proceeded to swipe her card…. The order went through. He returned her card and gave her a receipt. “Thank you, Ma’am. Have a nice day.”

“You as well.” The lady walked away.

“Next in line please,” the clerk said with a smile.

“Yes, sixty on number four,” the driver of the Cadillac truck said to him, handing him three crisp twenty dollar bills.

“Sure.” The clerk took the money.

“I’mma go fill up. You good?” the driver asked his friend as he now stood at the counter alongside him with his items.

“Yeah, I got this.”

The store clerk began ringing up the second guy’s stuff. “…That will be six seventy five, sir.”

The man pulled out a credit card and went to give it to him.

“Will this be debit or credit?”

The man looked at him awkwardly. “What’s the difference? Debit, credit either way you have to swipe the card. Why does it matter to you?”

“Not to me sir I’m not the owner, but it does matter.

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