Chapter 34

I didn’t want to look at the numbers on the paper. I folded it and tucked it back in my briefcase, along with the note. Considering how Stirling Halliwell had spoken to me, I wouldn’t have been surprised if the laboratory report might be needed at some point down the road.

I wouldn’t think about it now, though; I was good at compartmentalizing.

I began looking over my notes instead, jotting observations in the margins and between the lines. And as usual when I became involved with my work, I lost track of time.

The stewardesses came around with drinks and lunch, and eventually the plane landed in Rome, where it refueled, then took off again. This time the stewardesses served drinks and dinner, and I absently nodded my thanks.

Fourteen hours after we’d departed Johannesburg, we arrived at London Airport.