Part 2
Graham’s hand never reached the paper.
Dr. Whitman stepped back before his fingers could touch it, and one of the specialists moved quietly between them.
“Mr. Hayes,” she said, her tone controlled, “you need to let me finish.”
“There is nothing to finish,” Graham snapped. “The laboratory made a mistake. Run the test again.”
“We already ran it twice.”
“Then run it a third time.”
His voice cracked on the final word.
That was when I knew.