Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

Sam. "Now, why would they want to do that?"

    "I owe Martinelli a lot of money," Sam admitted. "I tried to pay him off, but now he's decided he doesn't want the money. He wants to talk to Libby instead."

    "Is there a possibility that the explosion was an accident? A couple of chemicals were accidentally mixed together that shouldn't have been?" Jackson persisted.

    "First of all, I don't 'accidentally' mix anything. And I wasn't doing that kind of experiment," Tyson denied. "I was analyzing reports and a very long list of compounds, but I hadn't mixed anything together in weeks. In any case, the blast was definitely directed. It came from the left and you can see the pattern of damage. Someone set it."

    "Could Sam be a target?"

    "Not in my lab. He might come down a couple of times a day to bring me a meal or tell me he's leaving, Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    but he doesn't hang out there. Neither does Libby. No one would have known she'd be here." Tyson gently laid Libby on the sofa, stretching out her legs and putting a pillow under her head. "I want to take you to the hospital, just to check you out, Libby," he added.

    "That's not necessary," Libby said. "My ears are the worst. The rest of me just feels a little battered."

    "I think it's too dangerous for any of you to be around me. I can't protect you or Sam from whatever's happening here."

    Jackson ran his hands over Libby's legs and arms, not in the least intimidated by Tyson's scowl of irritation. "You may as well stop giving me the evil eye, Derrick. Elle's upset and wants me to show her Libby's not hurt."

    "I told you she wasn't. You don't need to be touching her."

    "Elle wants to know for herself, so you'll just have to deal with it. That's what the rest of us have to do with the Drakes."

    Sam came in, seating himself in a chair. "The fire's out, but it's a mess down there. Whatever you were working on is toast, Ty." He indicated Libby. "How bad is she hurt?"

    Libby pushed Jackson away from her. "I'm fine, except I can't hear very well. Everything sounds muffled and I've got a terrible ringing in my ears. Do you think Harry did this to prevent you from finding out he's testing a drug before it should be given to humans?"

    "There really is something wrong with the drug?" Sam asked.

    Tyson nodded. "I can make it safer, but we need studies done on the adolescent brain. It isn't just this drug that has side effects specific to a young age. I was close to figuring out how to solve the problem."

    "Really?" Sam said again. "I just thought maybe you were tweaking Harry because he's such a jerk. Is Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    there any way to recover what you lost?"

    "I always back everything up a couple of different ways. I'll check my equipment and see if I got lucky.
    What about you? You moved that heavy incubator. Your ribs aren't broken, are they?"

    Jackson glanced at Sam, one eyebrow raised. "Your face is a mess. You think they broke your ribs, too?"

    "Libby had gone to the laboratory to get the first aid kit," Tyson explained. "Martinelli's men kicked the hell out of him."

    "I'm going to go talk to him," Libby announced decisively. "I'm going to see Jonas, so I may as well drop in on Martinelli and see what he wants. At least he'll have to forgive Sam's debt and won't have a reason for sending his men around here again."

    "I'm having a word with Martinelli's men myself," Jackson said.

    "No!" Sam shook his head, vehemently. "That will just make them madder. Tyson, tell him I'm not willing to press charges. Look how angry Harry was just with being questioned. He brought a baseball bat with him. He planned to tear up the laboratory or hell, maybe even use it on you, Ty."

    "Harry Jenkins brought a baseball bat into the laboratory with the intent of destroying your research?"
    Jackson asked.

    "And he broke into the house, too," Sam pointed out. "He hid under a table while Martinelli's men beat the shit out of me."

    Libby sat up slowly, reaching for Tyson to steady herself. She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Life around you is certainly exciting."

    His hand came up to the nape of her neck. "It's not the kind of excitement I want for you."

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    "What does Martinelli want from you, Libby?" Jackson asked.

    "I don't know. My guess is that someone in his family is ill