I’d been writing the letters and leaving them folded as birds at the different parks, but when I got to Goose Pond, I realized one must have flown out the window.“Damn it, Hap. I didn’t mean to come up here and litter the place.”It was one of the weirdest parks I’d ever seen. No monkey bars, no picnic areas—just a lot of cornfields and the kind of shallow lakes that farmers give up and let go after years of losing crops to flood.I was retracing my steps, and had finally reached a section of the park without many people around, so I let Hap off the leash.The first thing he did was run right after a bus. Once it was gone I walked him on-lease again. No sign of the swan.Finally, I showed him the treats in my pocket and let him off-leash again. He ran right up to a car. The first car I’d seen in a half an hour.A little blue Beemer.Wren’s car.“We have to stop meeting like this,” she said.“What, at lakes with questionable bathroom facilities?”She nodded, chuckling. “Good to see your face, Laurie...”
