A gray square, affixed to the handrail next to his.
Orlando.
She was alive, and she was free. Quinn had to force himself to breathe again. Carefully he removed another purple square from his bag and placed it halfway on top of the gray one. If all went according to plan, they would meet up at 10:00 a.m. the next morning.
'When?' Sophie asked. 'In the morning,' Quinn said. He expected her to ask him why he was leaving or where he was going, or even what he'd been thinking coming back to her in the first place. But she didn't.
'Unless you want me to leave now.'
A sly smile crossed her face. 'What I want?' she said. She began to grind her hips against him. 'What I want is more of this.'
Quinn awoke early again the next morning, collected his things, and left before Sophie stirred. Even though he had told her he might return, coming back for a second night had been taking a big chance. He told himself it would be the last time, though. He couldn't tempt fate for a third night.
He took a taxi to Potsdamer Platz, where he was able to buy a breakfast sandwich in the lower level of the mall. Upstairs were the typical stores one would expect to find. Quinn first located a Saturn store, a franchise specializing in electronics, and purchased a charging unit for his phone. Next he went down one level and found a shop where he picked up a few more shirts before venturing back outside.
He spent thirty minutes making sure he wasn't being watched, then made his way into the S-bahn station and down to the northbound S2 platform. He almost expected to find her standing there on the platform when he arrived. But though there were over a dozen people waiting for the next train, Orlando wasn't one of them.
Quinn took up a position at one end near an exit tunnel. He checked his watch. It was 10:05 a.m.
She was late. Three minutes later a new train arrived. As the doors opened, a group of elementary-age children and their outnumbered adult supervisors disembarked. The noise level on the platform increased exponentially.
Quinn scanned the handful of other passengers who also got off. Still no Orlando. There were a few chaotic moments as arriving passengers headed for the exit and departing passengers made their way onto the train. Then suddenly the train was gone, and the platform was quiet and empty.
No, not completely empty, Quinn noted. Someone was leaning against the wall at the far end. By the way the person stood, Quinn immediately thought female, though she was bundled up in a way that made it difficult to confirm.
She was looking in Quinn's direction, so he began walking toward her. As he neared he noticed a red and black checkered scarf wrapped around her face in a way that left only her eyes exposed. Her Asian eyes.
If he hadn't been so well trained, he would have broken into a large smile of relief. Instead he made no indication that he had recognized her. He kept walking, heading toward a staircase that would take him back up to ground level, without giving her a second glance.
Even with the training, it took all of his willpower not to turn and make sure she was following him. But the Berlin train system was covered by cameras, and while it was highly unlikely Borko would have the resources to check them all, it was safer to assume he did. The last thing Quinn wanted was for Borko to know they'd found each other.
Once he was outside, he allowed himself to be consumed by the morning crowd. A moment later, she was beside him.
'Nate?' she asked, her voice partially muffled by the scarf across her mouth.
'No sign yet,' Quinn said. 'Are you okay?'
'A couple scrapes. Nothing serious.'
They walked past a mother pushing her baby in a stroller, then an elderly couple weighed down with plastic shopping bags.
'What took you so long to check in?' Quinn asked.
'Not sure you've noticed this, but I don't exactly blend into the crowd here,' she said. 'I couldn't get there the night we were blown. So I found someplace safe and stayed there. No way I was going to show my face in the daytime, so yesterday was out. At least until after dark. That's when I found out you were still alive.'
'It's daytime now.'
'Yeah, I'm not too happy about being out here. Come on,' she said. 'I've got us a room at the Mandola Suites.'
'What?' Quinn stopped, and looked straight at her for the first time. 'Hotels are the first place Borko will look.'
'We have to stay someplace, don't we?' she asked. 'What if someone already made you when you checked in?'
She shook her head. 'No chance. I did it all by phone. Had a messenger pick up the key and bring it to me at Friedrichstrasse Station. As far as he knew, I was just someone's assistant.Yours, I guess.' She reached into her pocket and pulled out an electronic keycard.
As far as hotels went, the Mandola Suites was an excellent choice, especially given their situation. It had been designed with the long-term guest in mind. There were several private entrances, which meant guests never had to pass through the lobby. Each room was also equipped with a kitchen. And, best yet, it was right there in Potsdamer Platz. Their room was on the fifth floor, and had a view of Leipziger Strasse. Unfortunately, Orlando had only been able to secure a one-bedroom suite, so Quinn would have to camp out on the couch.
As they shed themselves of their winter cover, Quinn noticed a bruise near Orlando's ear, high on her cheek.
'Ashtray,' she said after he pointed it out.
'You fell on it, or it fell on you?'
