11I tucked the card in my pocket and inched through the door, closing it so gently I made no sound. When I reached the end of the driveway, I peered around the corner of the building. I saw no one. I glanced toward the Airmen’s Monument, but the street was empty. I turned the other way. At the far end of the block, I thought I saw a male figure. He turned the corner and disappeared. When I reached the main street, I saw nothing out of place. Other people moved briskly by me. I joined the throng, studying store windows as I passed, examining reflections of anyone acting strangely. A sculptor’s window featured an arrangement of pottery A’s, each glazed with the same black crackle, an artistic statement whose meaning escaped me. I strolled by a hairdresser’s, a seamstress and an empty bake