"You're not sure he's dead?"
"I told you, there was a hole in his head, I didn't mean to do it, but he really pissed me off. I thought he was just going to go down, not fall on that f*****g fire hydrant.”
"Maybe they got him to a hospital in time," Solomon said.
Utica was walking faster now, nearly running.
"I don't want to talk about it anymore.”
Within a matter of minutes they were at the fair, which was filled with people milling about, eating cotton candy and hot dogs and drinking beer out of cans in paper bags. Some youngsters wore jeans and tee shirts, others hot pants and dashikis. Utica, as if driven by some desire to do something violent, went straight to the shooting booths. He paid for a couple of rounds and started shooting for prizes. After a few rounds he shot accurately
