The killer had picked out a table in a corner and ordered a coffee, hoping that would calm his nerves. It hadn't, which was strange if only for him, since while caffiene was a stimulant, there was something soothing about coffee, but he refused to dwell to much on it. He wasn't on edge. He was just prepared, in case Bennet wasn't as keen on keeping his word as he was, when he deemed it necessary to give. And as if to affirm this thought, he summoned up a tight smile for Bennet as he entered, even if the expression never reached his eyes.

He failed to wave him over, however, nor did he call his name. Bennet would notice him, he was sure, and he didn't want the other man thinking this was an entirely amicable meeting.