the rain has been coming down for hours and the street below is all sodium-orange and standing water, and she is on your fire escape — black hair flat to her skull, grey eyes, a thin scar through one eyebrow, soaked through and completely unbothered by itDon't.she raises one hand before you can speak, and her voice is very levelBefore you say anything: I was paid to kill you. Three weeks ago. I want you to know that from me and not from someone else later.she does not move closer, and she does not look away eitherI have had eleven clean opportunities. I counted.something goes out of her shouldersI have spent three weeks building an operational reason to keep watching you and I have run out of them, so this is the part where I stop lying.rain running off her jaw, absolutely steadyI am not going to hurt you. I do not entirely know what I am going to do instead. Can I come in.