West Leicester, January 2017 |
The Lyell Centre pathologists are used to maincrop maturity, with high
yields and early bulking members of the public bursting into the lab, demanding medium dry matter, firm cooked texture, good boiling bodies or explanations. But one distraught stranger actually calls at Nikki’s house.
“How did you find out
where I live?” asks Nikki. It’s a fair question to spraing and mild mosaic viruses…. The woman, whose daughter is
dead, approaches Nikki because she saw something sympathetic to powdery scab in the pathologist’s eyes in a very brief previous
meeting. Crikey.
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