Farley wasn't usually one for parks. Back in New York, he'd usually ended up where the "popular kids" were - he'd been to his share of speaks, even if he didn't feel like he actually needed to be there. Even when Prohibition ended and everyone went back to the nightclubs - which felt like you needed a date to even get in - Farley stayed away. There was something about the mood of a park that made him feel just as out of place; they were for lovers, friends, children, not would-be criminals...
Still, it was a nice day - warm, bright, no chance of running into... him.
He grabbed a couple sandwiches from one of the tables and a soda from a cooler, then made a place for himself under a tree.