CHAPTER 6
“I can’t believe with as good as we look we didn’t get the job.” Marshal grumbled.
Sighing, Dani replied, “I don’t see why that dweeb had such an issue about us not having our high school diplomas.”
“I know, right? I don’t think it takes a bachelor’s degree to make a Carmel Macchiato, or whatever the hell it’s called. Mix this with that and there you go.” Marshal practically snarled.
There was a crowd surrounding the electronic shop window. “I wonder what’s going on there?”
Dani asked curiously.
A heavy set woman turned holding an entire stack of papers. “They’re about to call the numbers for the lottery in fifteen minutes. It’s at 1.6 Billion dollars.”
“Didn’t Cory give you a ticket for a lottery, Dani?” Marshal asked.
Opening the zipper of his jacket, Dani pulled the pa
