He'd explain to her that they went with him into the house to do the job and protect him from any surprises out there. Perhaps he should have left some outside but what were they going to do? The car came out of nowhere and would have caught them in the street all the same.

He's not going to argue it. Not going to rise to her tone either, though he probably would on another day. So he just ignores her comment and continues to stare out of the window, relaxed in a fatuiged kind of way.

Another ten minutes and they're there, a small resturant that obviously knows him as a regular. A curtain is pulled aside at the back to let them into a private room with just a few tables in there and a couple of his guys sit on the other side of it to make sure they're not disturbed by any one but the waiter.