Chapter 1
A Day at the Fair
The morning sun sat low and fat over the South Florida Fairgrounds, a smear of butter melting across the tops of the canvas tents, and Brice Bellsnyder, thirteen years old and already practiced in the art of being overlooked, stepped down from the family carriage into a world that smelled of sawdust and frying dough and something sharper underneath, something that made the fine hairs on his arms stand up even though the day was already warm and getting warmer.
Glen Bellsnyder stepped around from the other side of the carriage, already consulting a pocket watch, already frowning at whatever it told him. He snapped the watch shut and tucked it into his vest pocket and looked at his family the way he looked at everything: quickly, efficiently, as if he’d already calculated their value and was simply confirming the numbers hadn’t changed since the last time he’d checked.
“The banquet is at seven,” he said, and his voice was cold and firm and carried no more warmth than the watch he’d just put away. “We have several hours before we’re expected. The children can explore the grounds.”


