There were no lights in the park. (Once there had been, but playful locals had quickly shot them all out, and the city engineers hadn’t bothered to replace them after the fifth or sixth time.) They weren’t really necessary. The lights of the nearby buildings illuminated the area enough for Falcon to see that the greensward was empty. The nearest copse of trees was directly ahead of them, about thirty meters away, beside the acidic fish pond. Two meters into the park, Nightwalker stopped and waited.