Chapter 63: Ackman Charity Foundation
Chapter 63: Ackman Charity Foundation
Pasture Park, RV Area
Under the shade near the RV in the parking lot, a grill sizzled with oil and smoke as Frank skillfully flipped the meat with tongs in one hand and brushed on sauce with the other.
Nearby, folding tables and chairs were set up. Hawk, sitting in one of the creaky canvas chairs, opened a cooler to pull out chilled drinks and beer. Turning to Erica Ferguson, he asked, “Beer or juice?”
“I’ll help you,” Erica offered, striding over with her long legs, her golden-brown ponytail swinging behind her. She began grabbing bottles and cans.
The weather had warmed considerably, and condensation quickly fogged the icy drinks as they were laid out. Erica popped open a beer and handed it to Hawk. “The savior isn’t back yet?”
“Thanks.” Hawk glanced toward Fountain Street, pointing at a secondhand van pulling into the parking lot. “There they are.”
The van parked near the RV, and Edward got out first, sliding the side door open. A woman in her early thirties stepped down, holding the hand of a girl who looked under ten years old.