“I must have, you look as white as a sheet, babe.” He pulled up a chair beside her and sat, smoothing his expertly creased blue jeans. “What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be sorting through the latest Anenoa finds.”
She stared at him stupidly, trying to reconcile such mundane concerns with the information that lay on the table in front of her. Ted blinked owlishly at her from behind his round glasses. His dark hair was slicked back in a skinny little ponytail, despite his receding hairline. “I... I was looking at some files, trying to find out about my grandmother.” Her throat constricted. “I came across this.” She couldn’t say any more, so Tessa pushed the clipping in front of Ted.
He read it, while tapping his tasseled loafer on the floor. “So what? I don’t get it.
