First chapter

In which a suitcase is opened in a living room.

The following evening I waited at home, watching through the window. And the rain poured, heavy, probing, inescapable. I looked out across the square and saw three figures walking my way, a blur through the rain.

Benedict entered, carrying a black suitcase. He removed his overcoat and hung it in the hall. He noticed my large-screen television and said, "Perfect."

A later chapter continues in the goldfish bowl.