Cosette thought she saw a familiar shadowy figure wearing an overcoat and wide trouser pants with a fedora that hid most of his face–only his cracked lips and chin visible–sitting on a bench near the trees across the street. She did another take and trembled a bit. The figure had vanished. She couldn’t shake off the chill that was consuming her because she knew somehow that that figure wasn’t enjoying the winter sun or the view because he was at the park yesterday when she found the box. He had been sitting at another bench there wearing the same clothes and posture but with a woman in a dark business suit and was equally disguised as he was.
Coincidence? Cosette didn’t think so. Even with his face mostly covered by the hat, she was certain of the vibe she was receiving.
He had been watching her.