Tom covered the three blocks from his apartment to Delph Park relatively slowly. His walk was more of a saunter laced with a swagger. He reveled in the feelings of anticipation and was in no rush to get to his destination.
When he finally arrived at the end of the long drive that separated the park from the main thoroughfare, he saw three cars parked in the lot.
Not much action, he thought and then checked his watch. Three-thirty. They’ll come in a while, he assured himself, they always do. And when they do, I’ll be here waitin’ for ’em.
Tom couldn’t see anyone in the main park area. He walked over to his table, climbed up and sat down. Two of the cars looked empty. Tom figured that whoever the drivers were they had probably hooked up and were off in the woods getting it on. That tho
