I’ve frightened her. I didn’t mean to. I just want to keep an eye on her. Where she goes. Who she meets. What she does. Perhaps this plague-doctor costume isn’t the best idea, since it’s not Carnival. But it’s such a good disguise—anyone could be under here. It is strange, though, looking out through the little eyeholes and seeing people staring back at me, wondering . . .
But I can’t go back to my own place dressed like this. No can know where the plague doctor really lives. That empty apartment was a lucky find. It has a window that looks right into hers.