Connie felt terrible. But it was almost as if the woman was throwing money at her.
“Come on, what do you say?”
“Okay. I mean, what can I say, you’re being extremely generous.”
The two women exchanged details. Carla Bond lived in east London, not a million miles from Connie’s university, and she was extremely anxious to have her relative’s medical bag back. She asked Connie if she could bring it over to her that evening, even offering to pay for a return taxi for her.
For reasons she was not completely sure of, Connie did not want to tell the woman about allowing the archive laboratory to conduct tests on the PM knives. So, she made an excuse for that evening, promising that she would contact Carla the following day to finalise the arrangements.
After class that day, Connie made her wa
