In Coloma Park the late morning weather was splendid, not too hot or too cold. The sun shining in the sky would make it a great picnic day for any family. As such, there were a few of those plus plenty of people out jogging or walking for excercise. It was a great day for most folks in the park though one person on a bench was a little off put by the crowd. Then again, said person was waiting for privacy.
Morgan was sitting with a book, reading and waiting for the mundanes nearby to leave. She wanted to check under the garbage can for messages but was aware it would be odd behavior to any observer. So she'd just read her book until the walkers left. It wasn't a good book really, a cheap one from a book sale. Just a novel about mystery and mysticism or something that didn't make much sense to her. The mystery unveiling at least was engrossing. Eventually the mundanes left and the beast quickly dropped down to check under the can now that no mundanes were around to notice.
And it turns out the bottom of the trashcan is barren of messages, memos, notes, or notifctions. Morgan was really glad her trashcan jobs debt was almost finished.