It Can’t Be Him
Sirius took a spot on a corner of a coffee shop. He was wearing a long black leather coat and his black homburg hat. He was facing the wall while taking his time to read a newspaper he got from the magazine rack near him. An old man asked for his order, and he decided to have his usual coffee, an espresso.
He sat there for a couple of minutes before he heard two chairs moving behind him means someone took the table behind. He heard them ordered the same coffee with him, and their voice was owned by the two men he’s been waiting for.
“Did Alex found out who the mole is?” he heard the other asked.
“Not yet, but we have a clue,” the other answered.
“It sure is hard to find out when one knows how to act like he’s one of us.”
“By the way, Sirius.”
He was surprised to hear
