“We have a problem,” Jon Armstrong stated flatly.
Claire-Marie looked surprised. She was mixing a stir-fry for dinner. The townhouse smelled of bread and Chinese spices. Jon was looking at a set of papers on the breakfast bar.
“What kind of problem?” asked Claire-Marie.
“The biochemical kind,” responded Jon.
“Something wrong in your research results?” Claire-Marie asked.
“No,” said Jon, “in your work.”
“Excuse me?”
“In the paper, you published several months ago; I noticed something. I wanted to tell you about it at the time, but I wasn't completely sure."
“What about my paper?" she scowled. The tension had been building in their new relationship over the past few months. Jon had grown more quiet and reclusive. Meanwhile, her research was already making breakthroughs, and new t
