“She swung open the door and stepped out, looking left, toward Fair Park. Star, the park’s permanent Ferris wheel, jutted into the dawn sky, a large, dark silhouette against the pastel light.She slammed the door and started for the alley and the crime-scene tape stretched obscenely across its front. Stacy’s breath made frosty clouds in the chilly air. She rubbed her hands together, wishing for a pair of gloves. Leather, lined with fur.Some mornings latex just didn’t cut it.Mac met her at the alley entrance. “How-dy folks,” he said, mimicking Big Tex, the fifty-two-feet-tall cowboy who had been greeting Texas State Fair visitors since 1952.“Put a sock in it, Tex.”She ducked under the crime-scene tape. Mac handed her his foam cup of hot coffee. “Seems like you need it more than I do.”“Thanks.” She accepted the cup and sipped. Mac, she learned, took his coffee black and sweet. Real sweet. She took another sip, anyway.“What’ve we got?”“Don’t have much yet. Woman.
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