Labyrinth (The Nameless Detective)
“It was a modest stucco affair, boxy-looking, painted white with a red tile roof, that stood shoulder-to-shoulder with its immediate neighbors. In front were a tiny patch of trimmed lawn, a brick staircase, a built-in garage under what would probably be the living room windows. Behind the house was a tiny fenced yard; you would be able to see the side gate and at least part of the rear porch from within the park.
It was after two o’clock when I got there. I parked my car on Wawona, facing east, ...and entered the park through the gate in its cyclone border fence. The rain had not started up again, but it was in the air and in the bite of the wind. Nobody else was out and around that I could see; the rolling lawns, the kid-sized soccer field, the short driving range for golfers to practice their chip shots, the sunken putting green, all looked deserted.
There were no benches to sit on, but in this weather it would not have mattered if there had been; it was too damned cold to sit out in the open.MoreLess
It was after two o’clock when I got there. I parked my car on Wawona, facing east, ...and entered the park through the gate in its cyclone border fence. The rain had not started up again, but it was in the air and in the bite of the wind. Nobody else was out and around that I could see; the rolling lawns, the kid-sized soccer field, the short driving range for golfers to practice their chip shots, the sunken putting green, all looked deserted.
There were no benches to sit on, but in this weather it would not have mattered if there had been; it was too damned cold to sit out in the open.MoreLess
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