Lace was feeling out of sorts when Evans pulled up outside Scotland Yard; she had the beginnings of a headache, one of those nasty little blighters that hang around behind the eyes and make your head feel tight. Evans was complaining of the same, so they agreed that it must have been the Pimm’s, kissed, and then Lace waved as Evans pulled out into the traffic and sped away. Lace didn’t fancy going home to an empty flat, so she decided to go to the Black Museum instead. She could take a shower down on the 3rd floor, change her clothes, get something to eat in the canteen and then head up to the 7th floor and catch up on any paperwork that she had been avoiding. On the way up, she would swing by the shop and get some painkillers; this felt like a bad one.
The first parts of her master plan
