Suddenly, the cafe door burst open. Not Sparrow. Two men, bulky, their faces hard and blank. They weren't looking at him yet, but their eyes were sweeping the room with practiced efficiency. Gabriel's hand instinctively went towards the inside of his coat, where the familiar weight of a silenced pistol offered comfort.
His gaze flicked back to the woman across the street. She was no longer just standing there. She was looking directly at the two men entering the cafe, her eyes widening in unmistakable alarm. She took a half-step back, melting further into the shadows beneath the awning.
They were looking for someone. Were they Sparrow's backup? Or were they looking for him? Or... were they looking for her?
One of the men made a subtle gesture towards Gabriel's table. They knew. How?