Malcolm"s coffee didn"t seem to get any better, no matter how many cups he made. McEwan began to wonder if he made it awful deliberately, but given his lack of regular visitors this didn"t seem likely. Still, it was keeping him sharp. He put down his mug knowing that despite himself he would have another mouthful soon.
“I"m glad everyone is alright,” Malcolm said.
“Apart from The Mistress woman and we just don"t know what"s happened to her. She strikes me as being a survivor,” said McEwan.
“I"ll send this scroll over to the lab,” said Malcolm, popping it into a padded envelope. “I think we should be able to get you an enhanced copy of the message even if we can"t translate it into anything meaningful.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it. Especially as it"s not technically part of the case,” said
