CHAPTER 37
"Following you?" Duke sputtered. "I'm not--wait a minute--don't tell me you're Jordan Ryder?"
"Yup," Goth Girl said, "that's me.
"You're the park vandal?" Duke stared at her in disbelief.
"I prefer the term 'performance artist'," she said, needling him.
Jayashree was all business. "I have to ask you what you're doing here."
"This is my park. I come here every day to watch the birds," Jordan said, without a hint of sarcasm.
"How is this your park?" Duke asked.
"I used to run it. Yeah, I worked here for a year and a half--until I got fired by that D-bag, Kip Simons." She wore a look of disdain.
"What are you looking at now?" I asked. "Birds?"
She sized me up, deciding whether to answer. "Someone's trying to steal a boat over there," she said, pointing. "But they won't ge
