Tuesday morning, he and Matson were assigned to wash the truck. They were in the back seat cleaning the windows when Matson said, “The captain’s golden boy drives this.”
“The what?”
“Barrington. He’s the favorite, the golden boy.”
Remembering Emerson’s words that first day in front of the trophy case, Dane tamped down his annoyance. “I certainly haven’t seen that. Everyone pulls his weight here. Bear’s a pretty talented guy, but he doesn’t act superior or as if he thinks he’s favored. As far as I can tell, the captain treats everyone the same.”
Matson snorted. “You think so? Emerson’s retiring, and it’s a given that Bear’ll take his place.”
“Really? He isn’t a captain, is he?”
“He’s studying to take the exam for certification. You just wait. He’ll pass easy, and no one else will have
