Chapitre 60: Chapter 60

Part 5: Stone and Sea

If one more asshole customer hit on her, Marina swore she was going to take off one of her stupid spike heeled pumps and stab him with it.

She could understand the tourists thinking that the showgirls or even the cocktail waitresses were easy marks - though any idiot who'd been in Atlantic City more than a day should know better on that score too. Those ladies worked too damn hard to have time to fool around with shoe salesmen from Des Moines. But Mari was working at the freaking hotel gift shop of the fabled Avalon Casino. What part of, "That sweatshirt is thirty-five dollars plus tax," did the morons think meant, "Come and get me Bubba?"