GHOST RIDER: MY BIKER MAFIA STEP BROTHER
I blinked at the bright banners fluttering in the breeze, the flashing lights chasing one another in endless circles, the laughter of children spilling into the air like confetti.
“Uh, Jane,” I said slowly, glancing around at the towering Ferris wheel, the carousel horses glimmering gold under the sun, and the rows of game booths screaming Win Me! with oversized teddy bears dangling from ropes. “This doesn’t look like a place that sells ice cream.”