As night fell.
Sean Quinn drove out of his apartment alone and headed to Crestwood Park. Residents from the nearby communities loved to come here for night runs. The park was large and scenic. Streetlights brightly illuminated the running path along the river, and the flowerbeds along the way were filled with colorful chrysanthemums. The scent of autumn was growing stronger.
Sean Quinn ran a leisurely lap before boarding a motorboat. He sped across the wide river and soon reached a deserted shoal where a man was standing.
The motorboat stopped, and the man jumped aboard.
The surrounding area was dim.
Sean Quinn sat in a chair, feeling the night breeze on his face as he looked up at the stars. He took a deep breath, inhaling the osmanthus-scented air.
The man came over, sat down beside him, and got straight to the point. "What was all that about today?"
Sean Quinn remained silent.
