I forwarded the location to Harlan with one word: Now. He answered in seconds: Moving into position behind you.

Stay strong.

Don’t panic.

We will not be far. I changed my clothes with hands that had gone, somehow, completely steady — jeans, a dark shirt, the coat with the drive sewn into it.

I looked in the mirror on my way out and barely knew the woman there.

Not the one who’d wept on the basement floor.