Chapter 17
McDuff paced up and down the narrow lawn, trying to avoid the brown spots from the heat. A row of listless, drooping oak trees lined the boundary just beyond the grass. The sun right overhead offered no shade from the unseasonable and unpleasant weather.
A handful of wooden tables under a wrought iron shelter waited on the other side, but he couldn’t imagine sitting calmly.
He was too busy fighting the urge to start running and not stop until he couldn’t breathe any more.
He could run for a very long time, but that might not be far enough.
Jean sat at one of those tables, watching people walk through the broad, open park further on and writing in her notebook. This was nothing more than a simple research trip for her. Tracking down an oddity she hadn’t expected to find in m
