Fallen Star (part 24)

She made it to the park in record time. Rupert Foster Park meandered along a waterfront, dotted with picnic tables and populated by geese who hadn’t flown south yet, and ducks. Jodi rode off the bike trail, steering for a picnic table close to the shoreline.

A group of ducks waddled towards her, quacking hopefully for handouts. Jodi took out one of her protein bars and broke it up, tossing the pieces away from her. She wanted to be alone. Even ducks were too much for her right now.

She pulled out a stack of neatly folded photocopies from her backpack and lay them flat on the table.

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