“Cybil,” Miles said glancing up from the cards, “there are some papers on my desk for you. Manila envelope.”
Frowning at his interruption she nonetheless circled to the desk and found the folder. Marcus recognized it but said nothing as he turned his attention to his grandfather and kids. Cybil read over the papers her brow furrowing.
“What are these?” she suddenly demanded.
“I think you should be able to read simple test results by now,” Miles said without looking up.
Cybil glared at him then looked at Marcus finding no support but there simply wasn’t anyway these results could be accurate. Finally she said, “Well, I will just have to have Tailor look into this.”
“By all means,” Miles said, “he has the originals.”
“He what?”
“Those papers in your hand are just copies,” Miles said.
