Chapter 23

Guess we’re not strolling. Dirk kept up as Maverick took a path that led to the park’s larger lake. Finally Maverick slowed down to a comfortable pace.

“I used to come here and fish when I was a kid. Yeah I know, doesn’t sound like me but I did. It gave me a chance to be by myself and try to figure things out.” He walked to the edge of the lake. “I caught a big one once. Well, it seemed big to me anyway. Let it go again. I just needed to know I could do it.”

“Fishing never was my thing,” Dirk said. “Even with the Gulf, the river and Pontchartrain…Well I just couldn’t see the appeal.”

“For me it was the solitude. Sure, there were lots of people who hung out here fishing, but when you’re doing it, you’re concentrating on the pole, the line, and your thoughts while you wait for a hit.” Maverick squatted, sitting back on his heels. “Most of mine at that point were trying to figure out who I was.”