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PROLOGUE

Six Weeks Earlier

“It goes up pretty high,” Reno said as he looked up
at the monstrosity they were calling a premier ride.
 
It looked like a roller coaster on steroids,
if you asked him.

“Isn’t it exciting?” Trina asked, grinning from ear
to ear.
 
They were in Spring Valley, just
west of the Las Vegas Strip, at a place called Carnival Park.
 
Reno and Trina walked hand in hand, eliciting
wayward looks from a handful of blacks and whites because they were an
interracial couple, but they were so accustomed to those looks now that they
ignored them completely.
 
Besides, Reno
was too busy reeling about being at an amusement park to begin with.
 
He wouldn’t ordinarily be caught dead at a
place like this.
 
But his son Jimmy Mack,
a son he’d only recently found out even existed, wanted to venture here as part
of his eighteenth birthday celebration.
 
Most kids his age would ditch the parents and hang out with
friends.
 
Not Jimmy.
  
He ditched his friends to hang out with Reno
and Tree.

 
“Just being
here,” Trina continued, snuggling closer against her man, “makes me feel like a
kid again.”

“You are a kid,” Reno said, unable to stop looking up.
 
He couldn’t get over the rides at this
place.
 
When he was a kid and would visit
Coney Island with his family, those rides seemed like tamed toys compared to
the high-flying, high-tech machines they were making nowadays.
 
Especially the one he was eyeing now, the
ride they called the Hang-man.
 
It lifted
the riders higher and higher still, and then slung them down as if they were
being hurled down.
 
The riders would
screech in excitement.
 
Reno wasn’t
feeling it.

“That’s pretty high,” he said again.
 
“Why does it have to go up so high?”

Trina looked at him as they walked across the
amusement park.
 
His thick brown hair was
gorgeously messy and his bright blue eyes looked wary.
 
He wore jeans that hugged his muscular thighs
and a pull-over shirt that outlined his muscular chest.
 
His sunglasses were hanging off of his ears
and dropped down around his tanned neck, and his hand held Trina’s so tight
that she wondered if he had glued it there.
 
He looked delicious, she thought.
 
But she just couldn’t understand what all of his hesitation was
about.
 

“What’s with you and all of this concern about how
high it goes?” she asked him.
  
“Yes, it
goes high.
 
That’s the beauty of it.
 
That’s why everybody rides it, because it
goes so high.”

Reno laughed and looked at her.
 
“That’s why people ride it?”

“Sure.
 
They
like the thrill of it all.”

Reno snorted.
 
“Some thrill.”

“I’m serious.”

He looked sidelong at her.
 
She, too, wore jeans that highlighted her
great figure, and a low-cut bright red blouse that highlighted her sparkly
hazel eyes and radiant dark brown skin.
 
Her hair was pushed back and dropped along her back with a red band
across the front, making her appear youthful and pretty, Reno thought.
 
He was proud that she was his.
 
“What do you know about it, anyway?” he asked
her.
 
“You talk like you rode that thing
before.”

“I have,” she said, to Reno’s surprise.
 
“Many times.
 
Me
and Jazz and some
of the other girls from Boyzie’s used to come here all the time.
 
It’s
how we used to
let our aggression out when some bad customer was tripping or when they
wouldn’t give us decent tips.
 
We’d ride
all day sometimes.”

Reno could never understand the mentality of spending
all day doing basically nothing.
 
He
worked since he was a kid running numbers for his old man.
 
He worked all of his life.
 
He looked at his son, for support.

But Jimmy was with Trina.
 
He didn’t know what Reno’s concern was about,
either.
 
He was eating cotton candy like
a ten-year-old and couldn’t stop grinning at his father’s reluctance as he
walked beside him and Tree.
 
He, too, was
interracial, the product of an African-American mother who was now deceased,
and Reno, a full-fledged Italian.
 
Although he and Reno met for the first time this past summer, Jimmy felt
as if he’d known Reno all of his life.
 
They bonded just that quickly.

“It’s not so bad,
Pop
,” he
said to Reno.
 
“It looks like it’ll be
fun to ride.”

“Tell him, Jimmy,” Trina said.
 
Then she began to walk faster, pulling Reno
along.
 
“Come on,” she said. “Let’s get
this party started!”

“Now we’re talking,” Jimmy said, dumping his
half-eaten cotton candy in one of the numerous receptacles around the park and
hurried behind them.

Only Trina was dragging Reno along.
 
Because he kept looking up.
 
Then he slowed down, which caused them to
slow down, too.

“What’s the matter now?” she asked him.

“What if that thing falls?” he asked her.

“Fall?”
Trina responded with
incredulity in her voice.
 
“Reno, why
would it fall?”

“Don’t look at me like it never happens.
 
It happens all the time.
 
What are you looking at me like that
for?
 
I’ve read about these amusement
rides gone nuts.
 
Everything’s fine one
minute, then the next thing you know bodies are dropping out of the sky and
flying all over the place.
 
One flying
body hit a little girl once and killed her.”