Chapter 2
When Daz arrived at the park, he got out of his SUV and walked through the nearest pedestrian gate. He carried a bag of donuts and three cups of coffee, just in case. Might as well try to be friendly and maybe win a bit more trust from this potential informant. You never knew where these things might lead.
Within a few steps, he saw the peculiar man approaching him. The other guy was not alone. Another skinny, somewhat grungy-looking fellow was with him. Daz headed for one of the picnic tables and sat down, spreading his bounty on the table.
The two homeless men, or at least he had to assume they were from the looks of them, sat across from him and both reached for coffees.
“Hey, man, this is all right. Thanks.”
“I got some donuts, too.” Daz unrolled the top of the bag and p
