Jimmy Darling was currently working the carousel on the fairgrounds of Jupiter, Florida. He was put on shift as punishment by Elsa Mars for one of his frequent outbursts of anger. His deep brown eyes scanned over the carnival before landing on a group of girls clearly out of place in their good for nothing frilled dresses.

“Carousel costs ya a nickel now, Toots, per rider.”

Jimmy said to one particular pretty little thing. He watched as she nodded, digging in that small white satin purse.