Act Two

The City Is My Mistress

The paper’s gone soft from sweat—old nerves. Still six stacks, though. His fingers feel the edges through the crinkled bag in his pocket.

The brown bag in Boone’s other hand soaks up the condensation from an unopened Tallboy. The ice-cold cylinder confirms he’s back on the block.

Lemme get one of dem, Champ.

Cheese materializes outside the corner store. Bo…