Horvath dodged a stuffed Tyrannosaurus, hooked a left at the dunk tank, and found his longtime partner by the snack bar. Ramírez was handcuffing a mime for entering the crime scene. “What we got? Besides the mime.”
Ramírez nodded toward the wrecked concessions booth. “Got that. No ID. One shot, through the head, probably from the top of the big tent, no …