You were sitting alone in a quiet café when the door opened, and a man entered. You recognized him immediately—Jack Crawford.

He spotted you and walked over with purposeful strides. As he approached your table, he gave you a small nod before pulling out a chair.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, though it was more of a statement than a question. He sat down across from you.

“I’ve been looking for you,” he began, his voice low and direct. “There’s something we need to talk about.”