The boy couldn’t have been more like Dan, with an exception of how well he dressed. Steve looked at him through the cameras, noting how he picked things up and looked them over- just like his brother had. ‘Whatever’s on sale’ Dan used to tell their mother when he’d take him to the store. Dan couldn’t have cared less about what was and wasnt on sale though. as long as the clerk didnt see him take it, it was good. He usually swipe a pack of cigarettes too, telling Steve to never start, otherwise he’d end up like him- a deadbeat with a bad habit or two. One sweltering July day when mom had sent them to the store for the cheap milk, a man in a black jogging hoodie had stormed in, demanding the cash. Steve froze, out of fear for life. Dan tried to make a break for the door and that was when it had exploded like las night’s fireworks. the gun went off- one, two, three times and the man was gone. Steve opened his eyes and never forgot what he saw. As tears formed, steve pulled something out from his black hoodie….