here’s to you, Mr. Mohamed Sayed

Honest taxi driver returns my computer bag three days later with not a thing missing, though he lives in an impoverished area and might have been a bit tempted by all the equipment in that bag.

Better yet, he had to do some detective work to find me, because the bag wasn’t nearly as well-marked as I thought it was.

First order of business tomorrow morning is to go to the police station and clear this case from the books. We did have his name right, it turns out, and I don’t want him having any unpleasant run-ins. I want him instead to have a nice little vacation off the reward money I was more than happy to pay, without his asking for any.

My last computer bag was all marked up with contact information. I’d absentmindedly forgotten to do the same with the new bag. But luckily, I had left the business card of an Egyptian professional acquaintance in there for some reason, and by calling her they were gradually able to figure out whose it was.