Dec 3, 2016
agirlcanbeacaptain//closed
Time had passed. The weather had changed, casting the city in a cloak of rain that only seemed to let up long enough for the first frost. He continued to send notes occasionally, and continued his own investigations. Luckily, there were plenty of faceless organisations willing to take the credit for dumping information into the path of journalists.
It was just as the weather changed for the colder that he left her a different message.
My dear SR,
It would be my pleasure if you would join me in Central Park at 5.30pm on Thursday, at the place where we once parted.
My compliments of the season to you and yours.
LR