As soon as we left the office at six, we headed back to the condo. I was carrying the clothes Trent’s man had bought for me, which included the cap with the logo. A copy of the tape Trent had made, on a small recorder, was in my pocket. Trent had the case with the parabolic mike, as well as a gun in a MOB holster which he intended on wearing while we were at the park. “Not that I’ll use it but it’s better to be prepared, just in case,” he told me when I protested that the same thing held true for us as for Wilson. There could be kids around and for damned sure there would be adults in the area.
We made and ate supper in tense silence. I was envisioning everything that could go wrong. I suspected he was too, although neither of us was willing to admit it. Afterward, with some time to kill
