Shawn tensed for a moment, Moriarty's words echoing in his head, before quickly reasserting a calm facade. What were the odds - no, it couldn't be. It couldn't possibly be. Coincidence. Had to be a coincidence.
In Shawn's experience, though, nothing was ever a coincidence. Especially since he'd met Torchwood.
"This man," Shawn tried to keep his face smooth. "Does he usually have a woman with him?"