" Rafael smiled." Rafael smiled. Luis didn't look or sound so frightening in daylight. In fact, Luis was Cuban and good looking with thick dark hair, cut straight back. His skin was dark brown, a lot darker than Rafael's body. "I was sleepy," Rafael murmured, unable to look away from the drugs on the table. He wasn't sure what it was but he suspected crack or something like that. He knew coke was expensive, eighty bucks a gram Cal had told him, but you got real 'high'. At eighty bucks for each of the little plastic bags, there was a small fortune lying on the table. There must have been hundreds there. "Hi!" Rafael said. "You know what this shit is?" Luis smirked as he waved his hand at the table. Rafael shrugged, "I dunno, coke I guess." Luis grinned, "Little fucker knows his shit don't he guys? Yeah it's crack." He looked up at the young boy, "You wanna earn your keep, kid?" Rafael returned the look uncertainly. "You wanna spot for us?" Rafael shrugged, unsure what the man had in mind. "Watch for cops you dumb-ass. I'll pay your bus fare to Miami, or a C note for a day's work." The boy shrugged again as he considered the lure of money. A hundred dollars was more money that he'd ever seen before. How much easier it would be to get back to Miami if he didn't have to hitch. He nodded slowly, "Yeah I guess. But just once okay,... so's I can get back to Miami, okay?" he added. Luis smiled. "Git you'self something to eat outta the fridge." Rafael turned away and walked over to the refrigerator. "What's your name kid?" Luis added. "Rafael," the boy answered as he opened the door. There wasn't much to choose from, a few slices of cold pizza that stilled looked edible, some lunch meat, a few tomatoes that had seen better days, two six-packs of beer and a few loose cans of Pepsi. |