Something flickers in Sam's eyes for a moment - something like concern. He had been in that very park not so long ago, near sunset, and for something of, well, questionable legality. It hadn't been a murder, or anything like that (he wasn't stupid), but it had been ... nothing he'd be comfortable with his mother seeing. There's no way to ask what day she'd been there without it coming off as weird, since it's none of his business.

"Oh, yeah, I've been by there a couple of times," he says. "I'd love to see the pictures. Do you have them with you?"