Chapter 39
Matt poured them both a glass of Scotch.
‘I could be prepared to negotiate,’ said Sarah, ‘if you tell me where the other thylacines are.’
Negotiate? He pulled a kitchen chair away from the table, spun it around, straddled it and rested his arms on its bentwood back. So this was no lay down misère, after all. What was he ready to gamble? His reputation? Certainly. His job? Yes. His integrity? She might be surprised at how much he was prepared to forfeit.
‘I’ll bet Penny could tell me where those thylacines are,’ said Sarah. ‘How about I ask her?’
‘Be my guest,’ said Matt, like a man with nothing to lose.
‘Well, if you won’t give me the others, will you at least give me Theo?’ There was a desperate edge to her voice.
‘And what do I get?’
Sarah’s clever eyes studied him as
