Because of the hand injury, the medical consultant had to be handed over to another doctor. There was no further word from the hospital except for a phone call to check on the situation.
Arana called the dean twice for her return to work but no answer, so she gave up.
Three days later, Arana went to pick up the car from Eason’s friend according to the appointment. The car was a curry-colored three-door classic version of the BMW Mini, 70% new.
The original owner was Mathew Smith, a man in his thirties called, who was quite handsome, but as glib as Eason.
Arana checked and tested the car, making sure there was nothing wrong. She got out and communicated with Mathew, “The car is quite good, is it 70% new? It looks like brand new.”
Mathew held a cigarette and patted on the roof of the car, “Yes, not driven much, no problem, right?”
“No problem. By the way, how do I pay? What’s your account?”
“No need, Eason has paid me. You can just drive away.”