Then it would move unspoken wherever people gathered-inside agency buildings, on the street, in apartments, at the BLS underground, in coffee shops about to shutter, in coffee shops that lived on in secret after shuttering.
He would have met her before the first thirty on the train tracks, before SSP loyalists opened their houses to complete strangers, inviting them in for lavish meals, letting them poke around for the chance of being closer to her somehow.įirst, her name would be whispered in awe. Had he remembered, it would have been the perfect time she was set to rise dramatically in the ranks just a year later. Of all the meaningless meetings he’d had with people, he’d missed that. Later still, in the Basement, he would think back on this meeting that had never happened, and be astonished at his luck.
So, as with most days, he went straight to the restaurant.Ī few days later, he would remember he had meant to meet with a woman from the SSP. Saad had forgotten that he had meant to meet someone.
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