Two solitudes that meet

Connor stood on the street corner, watching his mark. He was surprised when he saw a familiar face. The woman stepped over to his mark, kissed him on the cheek, then sat down at the table with him.

Frowning, Connor zoomed his camera in a little closer and snapped a picture. “Subject met with Maeve Sweetin at approximately 1900 hours,” he recorded, his voice soft. His brows furrowed. What was his mother doing here? Did his mother realize this man was the target of an Agency investigation. Was it possible that the widower and the widow just met to give each other company? He hoped it was the latter.