Myerson chose Maggy’s car, figuring it would give him an easy target to follow.
The sun was setting but it was warm still. They wandered for a while and it was evident they were all feeling the strain. Everyone began relaxing once they lit a fire in one of the available covered pits provided. Joking and laughing and ribbing each other, as one would expect from close personal friends, they played it up. It didn’t take much coaxing and before long they were paired off and huddling together. One thing led to another and Myerson leaned close and said, “Ready or not,” before moving in to take Cassy in his arms. He leaned her over and kissed her breathless. Ordinarily Cassy would have hesitated at public overtures, but she instantly gave as good as she got. Before long, the shoe was on the other foot, and it was Myerson that looked, if momentarily agog.
God, he thought, his insides turned to mush. Under the pretext of stoking the fire, he rose and grabbed a long stick to move the glowing embers around and stacking more wood in the pit until a large sized bonfire burned brightly.
Moving back to Cassy, he said, “Now where were we?”
Their antagonist watched from across the park behind the arena. His binoculars trained on them, he cursed aloud. “God damn! What the hell is going on? She was never like that before. Without thinking, he turned the engine over and was about to drive by, when a police car rolled up.
“Sir, you need assistance?” the unwitting officer asked getting out of his vehicle.
“No. I pulled in, and the engine died. I guess I must have flooded it, but it’s alright now.”
“Ok, then, move along sir.” The officer watched until he did. Because he had moved on without fuss, and because his story seemed logical, Parker wouldn’t bother writing up a report. He stood for a moment, staring up at a full and glorious moon. That always meant trouble, a long night and it was just beginning. Then he got back into his squad car for a quick tour of the beach.