"Figuring out how to do your job is your problem," Tyler snapped, voice echoing off the walls sharply. "Finishing my research is mine." This time when he turned away in dismissal, Ross didn’t comment. Her expression was fierce however, and I got the feeling that this conversation was not over.
"Please understand," Alphonse intervened, again trying to make peace. "This is the first real lead we've had in a long time." Ross nodded but she didn't seem placated in the least.
We finally reached the front desk–man this place was huge–and Tyler tersely greeted the attendants. The poor older woman seemed to cringe at his expression, and I rolled my eyes. My, he was in such a mood that day. I guessed his impatience at finally getting back on track was getting to him. I offered a charming smile an
