Surprised he hasn’t.
Reza gives him a look that mixes surprise and contempt, like he's shocked by how far behind Vince is. “What, this?” He flicks the medical report in Vince's hand. The sound of rippling paper is jarring, startles the rest of the team where they pretend they aren't watching from behind computer monitors and mugs of tea. “Figured it out ages ago. Been waiting for you to stop talking.”
Vince licks over his lips. “You figured it out,” he repeats, vision threatening to swim from irritation.
“It's obvious, isn't it?” Reza says, soft voice only slightly mocking. Vince is almost certain it's his glare that causes Reza's smile to appear, sudden and bright.
“Mate, if it were obvious, we wouldn't be calling in child scientists,” Illson tells him.
Reza turns to him, affront bui
