The target bought a grande cappuccino at Costa, 10:35.
She checked her phone as she waited for it to cool. Every so often, her gaze would go askance, towards a tall man a table down. He had also bought a grande cappuccino, five minutes before. The man seemed preoccupied himself, watching something outside of the café.
Then I noticed their clothes. Long, brown trenchcoat, sunglasses, dipped fedora. Waistcoats and formal shirts, prim and proper. Thick, black boots ready for walking.
Suddenly, I looked behind me, and I saw the third, a smaller man in the same garb.