Once they’ve retreated to the shadow of the federal building, the scene—what happened before they showed up, what Neal imagines must have happened—starts over again. Rachel being walked out. Nearly to the curb. Going for the gun. He turns his face away at the sound of gunshots, trying to steady his breathing.

He and Peter run out of the front doors. Push through the crowd, which backs up enough to show her corpse.

It starts again.

“It was complicated,” Neal whispers.