Chapter 24
Farida put her car in Park in front of an expansive black wrought-iron gate. This was the address Osita had given her. He’d explained that she had to stop her car at the gate, come out and then look out for a button in the column on the right. She found the button and, following Osita’s instructions, depressed it. Nothing happened for a moment and so she did it again.
A hoarse croak issued from a speaker above the button. It took her a second to realize that it was Kurt’s voice.
“Kurt, is that you?”
“Who...? Farida...?”
“Yes, it’s me. You sound awful.”
“What are you doing here?” he croaked.
“Sorry, I heard you weren’t feeling well...” Farida mumbled into the speaker, glancing around the area. Every house on this street had tall, unwelcoming gates. Foot traffic appeared to
