CHAPTER 10
TOPPER WATCHED AS an object hovered in the sky above his Jeep. It cast a brief shadow over the hood and then swooped, hitting the windshield with a smack. A frisbee. The shirtless man who scooped it from the ground gave the car a double thump and a grin by way of apology.
Jack’s hands were braced against the dashboard and he stared out the window as if they’d just crash-landed on another planet. “This reminds me of that scene from The Ten Commandments, when Moses brings down the word of God from the mountain and everyone’s dancing around the golden calf.”
“I’m no Moses,” Topper replied, “but I guess I know what he felt like.”
They left the car and waded into the carnival atmosphere. Two young women, their long hair threaded with daisy chains, drifted by with dreamy expressio
