It was dark when they reached the park. A path meandered through a wide expanse of grass, dotted with benches and lampposts every few yards. At the far side were trees and just beyond them, Cole discovered when he got closer, a wide creek with more trees and grass on the other side.
“We have a problem, Bull. This is real nice, but there’s nowhere we can sleep without someone seeing us.”
Bull climbed down the slope leading to the creek, then started walking along the narrow bank. He seemed to be looking for something. Figuring what the hell, Cole followed. Bull stopped, looking back at Cole and then at the slope. When he joined him, Cole understood why.
“It’s not much, but it is shelter,” Cole agreed when he saw a small cave dug into the bank of the stream. “Probably done by kids playing pirates or something. At least we better hope it’s that and not a spot belonging to some homeless person. I’m really not in the mood for a facedown right now.”