Mallory passed the tilt-a-whirl then back by the fun house. Her feet stopped by the dragon ride. Five or six kids could ride in a circle in each dragon. The screams of joy hung in the night air as if they'd just happened.
Would a five year old ride this?
She shook herself of any sadness and moved closer to the engine. “Here. I need my tools."
The bomb wasn't in the engine. She and Trey searched under each car until at the last one she saw it. It had more wires than she'd ever seen.
“Damn."
She crawled underneath while Trey lay down beside her holding the flashlight.
“It would have blown when the car had some weight in it. Maybe not the first run, but when more kids finished eating and wanted to ride."
“Bastard," Trey said in her ear.
“You remember what a hammer is?"
Trey didn't ch
