“Do you have a picture of her when she was younger? Like in her twenties or thirties?”
“Sorry, no,” Mr Moreau said.
“No worries,” Christopher said, his phone already out. “Stefanova with an f or a ph?”
“F.”
“Google to the rescue,” he announced and showed Maggie. The woman in the picture was without a doubt the same Charlotte Maggie had met only a couple of weeks earlier, albeit dressed quite differently. She was wearing a white lab coat and seemed to be giving some kind of lecture.
“It worked,” Maggie whispered. “You made it.”
“Excuse me?” Mr Moreau looked at her.
“Oh, nothing,” Maggie said. “You said something about additional tests?”