“They said you’re a little dago punk. What the hell you doing where you’re not wanted? Get your skinny ass out of here before I kill you. Go on now!”

Fighting tears, she grabbed her cap, staggered to her feet, and ran toward the park entrance.

The giant cuckoo clock was hooting ten. The roller coasters clattered as they completed their safety runs, Ballmann’s band played the screamer march. The smells of scorched sugar and roasting wienies turned her stomach as she looked up to see the first wave of people come through the gates, some of them holding flyers.

“Don’t do us any good now,” a woman flanked by four excited children complained as she balled up a piece of paper and flung it aside.

Pin picked up the crumpled flyer and smoothed it out:

RIVERVIEW AMUSEMENT PARK

MONDAY ONE DAY ONLY!

ALL PERSONS ADMITTED FREE

SPECIAL FIREWORKS AT DUSK!

Her breath caught as she read the smaller words at the bottom of the page:

A REWARD OF $1,000 IS OFFERED FOR THE CAPTURE OF THOSE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE RECENT CRIMES AT RIVERVIEW.

Pin dropped the flyer as someone called her name.

“Pin! Wait there!”

She froze, fearful of Clyde’s fury, then spotted a slight figure racing toward her from the gate.

“Pin!” Glory ran up alongside her, her cheeks flushed. She wore a skirt and jacket of lettuce-green linen, a Panama hat with a matching ribbon. “I was scared I wouldn’t find you!”

“Glory.” Pin grew hot, and stared at her feet. “What are you doing here?”

“Lionel sent me.”

“Lionel?”

She looked up, and Glory nodded. “He was going to come himself, but they’ve got him on the stage, writing a new scene for Wally’s bathing-contest movie.” She gave Pin an odd look. “You okay? Your face is awful red.”

“I’m fine. Just hot. You—you look pretty swell.”

“Thanks.” Glory twirled and held out her arms to show off the dress, her hair a dark cloud trapped beneath her straw hat. “My mother made it—she makes all my clothes. Mr. Spoor wants me to wear it in a scene they’re shooting this evening. I get to play a judge at the beauty contest. First time they’re letting me play someone who’s not a married lady.”

She measured up Pin through narrowed, blue-crystal eyes. “Lookee here. Lionel was here yesterday and lost something. A notebook. He knew you’d be coming to the studio later, but he can’t get away, so he sent me to ask if you could get it and bring it to the studio later, along with…”

Her voice dropped to a whisper as she leaned in closer, her breath tickling Pin’s ear. “Along with what I’m not supposed to know about. Dope.” Glory laughed and drew away.

Pin grinned sheepishly. “Sure. Did you check at the lost-and-found at the station?”