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They left the building with small waves of the hand to each other, faces down, and walked out into the night.
    As the man in coveralls walked off I asked him if he’d had any news, if he knew anything. I tried to raise my voice but the white collar on my neck seemed to limit my volume.
    “Go home, stay inside,” he said, over his shoulder. “Do not talk to anyone.”
    “Right,” I said. “But do you know what’s actually happening?”
    “We’re telling people, just to be safe, to say their good-byes.”
    I watched him leave. He embraced an older, well-dressed woman on the way out. She was crying. He kissed her cheek, then disappeared into the throng of vans.