The sun has already sunk below New Jersey, leaving a dark violet sky in its wake. Andy and I are standing in a pocket of shrubs outside Wagner Park, across the street from the Ritz-Carlton Battery Park Hotel. Yes, we are hiding in the bushes. I’d realized something crucial in my run-in with Lou. I’d gotten so involved in this search for Sarah that I’d forgotten my real purpose here, and that is to make a fantastic documentary. I’d let my obsessive mind throw me off course. I’d told Lou about the great footage I’d be showing her at nine o’clock, but I hadn’t shot a stitch of video since our creepy visit to Bergen Street. So I stopped home after school, grabbed my jacket with the button cam, and plugged myself back in for the grand finale, the dramatic reunion of Sarah and Andy Reese. Maybe it will be beautiful. Maybe it will be a disaster. Either way, it will be high-octane cinema, and that’s the only reason I’m here. Camera-shy Andy doesn’t need to know I’m shooting.
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