Meanwhile Six was still in a green suit. Turned out that the tacky clothing store kept them in stock. (He still wondered if he should be insulted.)

Six watched him from his seat in the corner. Having his back to a wall? Good. Having his back and one of his side's to different walls? Better. Fewer potential angles of attack.

He hadn't ordered yet, just waiting to see if César would show up. Not that he thought César was a liar. No, it was that there was no telling who was actually texting until they showed up. Best not to bog himself down with food or drink until he was certain everything was above board.