Act 3: The Resolution
I don’t know how long I stood there.
I took a few deep breaths then rushed back inside. Alec’s words came flooding back to me, “You’re already dead, Harry, remember?”
I glanced in the mirror at a middle-aged, everyman’s face. Hadn’t I played a scene like this before? A man on the run, someone able to blend easily into a crowd. I closed my eyes, tried to remember.
Yes, yes. I can do this.
In the kitchen, I washed and put away the two glasses. I grabbed Alec’s car keys, went out into the corridor, and closed the door; it locked automatically.
After taking the elevator down to his Mustang convertible in the building’s underground garage, I drove home and parked on a nearby side street.
Inside my apartment, I filled a suitcase with clothes and slipped my passport,
