“You want to know this because you have a target?” It’s a bold question but justified. If he’s here to kill me, I’d like to know. Even if he is wavering on whether or not to fulfill his contract.

“You’re not my target, OK?” But he doesn’t look me in the face when he says it.

“You first then.”

He smiles and holds the gate open for me and we walk down the path to the building, then head downstairs. I get my key out and I’m about to push it inside the lock when his hand rests on mine.

“Tet,” he says. “My code name is Tet.”

I look...