And then he went to work Saturday morning, just to get things finished up for the week. While at work, he discovered he had just closed a huge ten million dollar deal, called his friends to arrange a celebration, then realized he had several hours to kill until they met at the Irish pub around 66 th St. in the Upper East Side. Elated and feeling spontaneous, Brendan decided to take a detour on the way home and stop by Central Park. For once, he found he didn t mind all of the joggers and tourists. There was a New York Times newspaper sitting on one of the benches when Brendan stopped for a rest, unused to the exercise.
Death Toll Reaches Five.
He was probably sitting not far from the spot where the victims had been found. The Pond was pretty remote by Central Park standards, at the north end of it, with fewer pedestrians and tourists, but Brendan s favorite spot when he needed alone time. He put the paper down, looked around. It was pretty quiet, breezy, fabulous weather. Rodriguez and Kowalski would order a big round of Tom Collins and listen in angst when he told them about how sweet it was.