“Looks okay to me,” I agreed. If things went bad, I’d be able to escape into the trees and take it from there—hopefully.
“Let’s set the meeting for nine tonight. It’ll be getting dark, but there should still be families taking advantage of the last of the good weather before winter hits. I’ll find a place to hide where I can record everything that’s said. You’ll call him half an hour before the meet. That way he won’t have time to set something up to catch you.”
“You hope,” I muttered. “If he tries to push the time back…”
“You tell him he’s to be there exactly at nine, and alone, or the tape goes to the police. If you see anyone other than him, and Seaver if he wants him there, you’re gone.”
“What about the money? I am blackmailing him, or so he’ll think.”