Lower Tadfield Safehouse

Joe looked up as the two approached. Something about the way they carried themselves struck a note in him. They weren't watchers, he was pretty sure of that, but they weren't just some guests either. He hoped that whatever they were up to, it wasn't too unhealthy for him. He wasn't in a good position to quickly reach his pistol unnoticed, and hardly in a better one for a good shot if it turned out to be necessary.