There were three or four, magnets stuck to its door - not surprisingly, they all looked, like candy: a piece of bubble-gum, a Hershey Bar, a Tootsie Roll.
If she shot Goliath first, she might very well be able to put a slug in Davids face before he could get that oogy goddam coat unbuttoned and his gun out. He pushed the flaps of the carton closed and shoved it back into the linen closet, making only a token effort to replace it in the same place it had been.