Jamie waited patiently outside the house where Oliver had now sold his top floor apartment in Balham. Oliver had agreed reluctantly to Jamie’s suggestion of a brief breakfast meeting, to repair the fractures in the team and have a proper goodbye. Oliver agreed that no signs of danger or warnings were a good thing. They both agreed that perhaps putting the brakes on hard had calmed whoever it was Oliver had crossed. Oliver had told Jamie he had decommissioned the laboratory, but held back from saying only partly decommissioned and that he was too frightened to return to finish the job. Oliver intended to do that before he flew off to Vietnam, he planned to throw the laptop into the Thames. The laptop carried all the data for the research, he would probably shred the paper records and dump them in the hospitals confidential waste skip for incineration. He intended to retain some of the vaccine for Jenny, who was now more stable than she ever could remember.
Jamie looked up to Oliver’s apartment but saw no one looking back down towards him. He heard a car in the distance and looked down the street to see a black cab round the corner and his hopes lifted, fingers crossed this would be Mary.