When the clock on his nightstand finally read 9:45, he couldn’t wait any longer. Remembering the incident with the cop the last time, he changed into his clerical outfit and purposely selected a coat that exposed his white priest collar. Luke parked on a street near the Common. The night was frigid, and he walked quickly. Within a few minutes he was sitting on the same bench where he had distributed the coats two nights before. He saw people in the distance, but there was no sign of John Daly. After fifty minutes, he decided to get up and search for him. Starting at the Brewer Fountain, Luke walked briskly around the outskirts of the park, oblivious to the danger of doing so. After passing Parkman Plaza and the Central Burying Ground, he remembered that the homeless often congregated with the drug dealers near the bandstand. So he changed direction, walking toward the center of the park. As he reached the bandstand, he was surprised at how dark it was. He heard a man laughing in the shadows.
