The Elusive Mr. Harkness

Betty had been sitting outside the opera house, watching the shining sliver tower all day. Not that it had been shining much, of course, since it had been cloudy and overcast, and there was the threat of rain in the air. She'd been here yesterday, and the day before. And the day before. On Monday she'd seen the man arrive here and disappear, quite literally, in front of the tower. He had to come back at some point. All she could do was wait.