Sam hurried to the address Jo had given him. He felt a bit out of sorts, confused about the whole thing. Maybe seeing a familiar face would help him figure things out. Except that Jo was supposed to be dead.
He had his hand on the hilt of his knife when he went in, a flask of holy water in the other. Assuming she was the real deal, she would expect no less than a face full of the water. And if she wasn't the real deal, well. Well, he'd deal with that when it happened.
He nodded to one of the waitresses as he went in. He didn't need to be directed toward a table. He knew right where he was going. He didn't miss a beat, splashing the holy water at Jo as soon as he was close enough to make contact with it.