Epilogue
One year later.
The pig, the howitzer, was still sitting on the slab of cement, only partly obscuring the wheel marks from my first, wild night with Kelvin Kapone-with-a-K. Even if it had been brought here for a nefarious purpose, it was able to serve its ostensible purpose as a memorial to the National Guard unit, so they left it where it was—though they spiked the barrel soon after the “incident.”
I had an odd fascination with it that I couldn’t explain to myself, let alone anyone else. I didn’t come to the park as often because Dom asked for—and got—custody of Addison. I think Rosemary hoped I’d just say no, but she had stolen my date, even if I no longer wanted him. Revenge is a dish, no matter what temperature it’s served.
When I visited the park, I always made sure I sat
