Two uniformed guards grabbed me by the arms and dragged me out through the front entrance.
Outside, it had started raining at some point. Heavy, relentless sheets of it hammered the seat of my scooter with a sharp, staccato beat.
The guards shoved me into the rain. Oswald's voice came through the walkie-talkie.
"This woman is not allowed back inside the complex. Log her face into the blacklist."
I stood in the rain, soaked through, the blue delivery vest plastered to my body.
I tilted my head back and looked up at the twenty-third floor, where warm light glowed behind the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The curtains drew shut.
The rain came down harder.
I didn't know how long I'd been standing there before a black umbrella appeared over my head.
My heart slammed once against my ribs.
I turned. It was him.
Oswald had changed into a trench coat. One hand held the umbrella; the other held something balled up.
His dress shoes stood in the pooling water, the cuffs of his trousers soaked halfway up, but he didn't seem to care.
He came to find me.
My lips were trembling. Before I could get a word out, I watched him look down and drop the thing in his hand onto the ground.
A scarf.