Harry gazed at the pretty young woman who seemed to have been nursing a coffee in the coffee shop for an hour now.
She didn’t seem particularly interested in it, and seemed to be waiting, or simply wasting time.
She was American, in her mid thirties, possibly.
Harry always had a blind spot when it came to ladies and their age, perhaps a result of his own mother telling him that a ladies age was her own business.
“I don’t think that’s our target, Harry.” he heard Merlin say in his ear in what could be called a warning tone.
“...Hmmm.” he agreed. “But she’s waiting on something. Is she flagging up on the database?” he asked, covering his moving lips with his copy of the Times.
“Not that I can see. Let me run an intensive scan. Two ticks...”
“...there is an easier way, Merlin. Watch and learn...”
He got up, putting the newspaper under his arm and picking up the umbrella at his side before making his way to her.