He couldn't lose her again. They would give this new life a try, and look for a way out along the way. Folding into Sanderson's new organization had been the path of least resistance for both of them. For now.
Jessica placed her empty drink and purse on the table, and sat down, forcing a smile.
"Everything alright?" he said, stroking her bare arm.
"I think so."
"Who was that?"
She glanced around for the waiter, who was attending to a nearby table, and leaned in to whisper, "That was my former agency mentor." Then she leaned back to speak in a normal tone. "A very good, trusted friend."
Daniel turned his head to examine the man, but found the corner table empty, and no longer in the faded sunlight. He looked to the door that led into the hotel. Gone.
"In Cuba? Must have been important to him. Should we be concerned?"
"No. He was tipped off by our new employer. Sounds like they have an agreement," she said, and reached into her purse.
Daniel started to wonder about Jessica's mentor, and if it was possible that… His thought was interrupted by something she placed on the table.
"He told me you left it with him in Georgetown," she said, and slid it across to him.
He stared in disbelief at the same cell phone he had thrown into a burning doorway, a little over a month ago. He took a long sip of his martini, contemplating how close he had come to tossing a grenade into the doorway instead.
"You've never met him before, have you?"
"Not really, but we talked briefly."
She grasped his hand, and they quietly watched the last rays of light creep back along the walls of the buildings lining the Plaza. Daniel kept an eye on the street below, until he saw the brown ball cap and white shirt. He tracked the man walking up Calle Obispo, past a small street side cafe, and into the last beam of sunlight to infiltrate the Plaza. He saw Karl Berg stop and look over his shoulder at the rooftop terrace. Daniel raised his right hand a few inches from the table and acknowledged him. Berg nodded and walked out of sight, chasing the sunlight deeper into Old Havana.