The cab driver. At first it had irked her that Falcon hadn’t come back with the Callaway. But then she realized that she hadn’t given him any reason to think she’d be needing the car so soon. Besides, the Callaway was definitely an attention-grabber, definitely not appropriate for this meet. The cab had dropped her off on Deming Drive, half a klick from the park, and she’d walked the rest of the way.