The following night he went for another walk. This time he walked with purpose, to the same place—the picnic area by the river, but he found it deserted. He sat for a while on one of the wooden benches, shivering when a stray breeze blew in off the water. He leaned back on his arms and stared up at the night sky wishing he could see a UFO fly by overhead. With a little over five million dollars still in his bank account and one count of prostitution, it was not absurd to think that anything could happen.
He woke up late the next morning. His legs were stiff from all the walking. He’d never been one for any more exercise than climbing out of bed, and getting to and from work. His nightly walks were obviously working muscles that had been called out of early retirement, and boy, how they we
