But he’d waited until the man she’d bumped into in the lobby had come out of the hotel and disappeared in the crowd. For a moment when McGarvey had crossed the street, Kim had been horrified that he’d somehow spotted her, and she had reached in her purse for her gun. But he’d disappeared behind a fountain two buildings away. When the bus had moved out of the way she’d spotted the man with the white hair look across the street and then start after Ok-Lee, and because of McGarvey’s reaction it had dawned on her that the old man was Alexandar. McGarvey was looking for a break in the heavy traffic so that he could cross the street, but everything was moving at breakneck speed, practically bumper-to-bumper as was the norm in downtown Seoul, especially at this hour. Just about everyone in this city went full tilt all the time, as if they were trying to catch up with something or someone. “The Americans,” Soon would have suggested. She could hear his voice, and clearly see his face.
