A pink dawn rose behind the county jail parking lot hosting the tentpole event. Doing some old fashioned police work the investigator entered the carnival amusement zone. She noticed its dizzying array of uniquely shaped colorful lights were the same kind as the broken bulb.

A flurry of sparks flew from under a ride being retooled. A fourtyish metalworker wearing tarnished denim overalls with the name Yusuf embroidered in a red and white oval patch scooted out on a mechanic's creeper cart. As the strapping carny with a mixture of sawdust and jet fuel in his veins got to his feet wearing expensive looking boots he removed a scarf covering his head and then a pair of goggles, Mileva recognized chunks of brick from the jewelry store wedged between a matrix of intercepting steel girders on the candy-striped fun machine.

"Hot mess, you can tell me everything you know about the robbery now, or since you like rides so much we can take one in my car right over there." She pointed at the state-operated building.

"Do you like sportsball?" the gritty gadgeteer asked.

"Do cellphone factories have nets outside beneath the windows?"