Returning to the park
Later that night, John sat in his living room, unable to shake off the incident with the bag. His mind kept replaying Max’s frantic barking.
‘Alright, let’s go,’ he said, grabbing his coat and Max’s leash. They headed back to the park. The streets were quiet, adding an eerie feel to his mission.
When they arrived, the park was empty. John approached the bench where they first saw the bag.