He grabbed his weapon, slung on his jacket and rushed from the apartment into the street. From their apartment to the Old Port would take him about twenty minutes on foot, quicker if he could hail a taxi. He moved at a brisk pace. He was a businessman, enjoying an afternoon walk, perhaps on his way to meet an acquaintance and not wanting to be late. He knew where she was, plus she also had a distinctive red coat which made her visually easy to find. Follow little red riding hood.
He arrived at the cafe out of breath, expecting to see her. Nothing. He scanned left, right – still nothing, so he moved further along the street. He knew she'd disobey a direct order, that stupid b****y girl. Keep calm and look, he told himself. He did a full rotation and to his relief spotted her moving off dow
