Linn stood comfortably beside them, his hands briefly adjusting his coat as he glanced toward the restaurant entrance, satisfied with how the evening had begun, while the police escort car idled quietly a few meters behind, the officers remaining inside, allowing the private meeting to proceed without unnecessary attention.
Behind them the city continued its calm evening rhythm — distant traffic, quiet conversations from nearby pedestrians, warm street lights reflecting off the clean pavement — but right there outside Dallmayr, the moment carried a different weight, because business, politics, and personal matters were about to sit at the same table for the next few hours.
" Finn is coming in his own car. "
