Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

reports aren't accurate, Harry," Ty said, ignoring the other man's rising tone. "I went to you first and tried to tell you, but you refused to listen. Look at all the data, not just the part that supports your theories."

    "We stand to lose millions, possibly billions, if you keep interfering," Joe said. "BioLab is one hundred percent behind this drug. It's going to save thousands of lives and you know it."

    "I know it's going to kill people."

    Harry slapped his hand down on the table, rocking some of the glass. "This is so like you, Derrick. You always have to be in the spotlight. You know I have a winner here and you just can't stand it."

    Tyson wrapped his arm around Libby's waist. He knew what was coming, he'd been through it many times before with other biochemists when he refused to compromise. He laced his fingers through hers, hoping she would understand. He shrugged. "Harry, why do we always have to go through the same arguments? You and I both know you took a shortcut. You used my research as a platform."

    "Which is perfectly legitimate. You don't own that research, Derrick. I knew this was about your ego."
    Harry snarled. "You don't want anyone to touch the research and possibly improve on what you did."

    "I want any place I work to be known for good solid research, Harry. And solid researchers don't overlook obvious flaws simply because they don't want to take the time to fix it." Tyson glared at him as the man peered at the data on the screen of one of the computers. "Get the hell away from there."

    "You're working on my drug right here. Who gave you access to my files? I knew it. You have a spy on my team."

    "Don't be ridiculous, Harry. I don't need a spy to figure out what you did. What I'm trying to do is figure out what you didn't do."

    "I'm getting a court order to insist you leave my work alone," Harry said.

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    Tyson gave a snort of derision. "You do that, Harry."

    Joe held up his hand. "Let's all calm down."

    "I'm perfectly calm," Ty said. "Considering the two of you have trespassed on private property and Harry here is threatening me."

    Joe forced a small smile. "Harry needs to calm down. No one wants to get a court order, Ty. We're reasonable men. You've been working long enough for BioLab to know the company would never put out an unsafe drug. The studies are amazing. This drug can really save lives and we're all excited about it."

    "What about the deaths, Fielding? Are you excited about them, too?"

    Joe waved his hand. "Only a very small percentage of the test subjects have died Ty, and in each case, the patient took his own life. You know as well as I do suicide is not uncommon among chronically ill people. That's a sad fact of life, but BioLab can't be held responsible for patients who decide to end their life during trials."

    "Don't you even want to investigate the possibility that not only is something wrong with the drug the way it is, but that it can be fixed?" Tyson asked. "If Harry wants to be named as founder of a drug that saves millions of lives, hold him accountable. Don't let him turn in second-rate work."

    "Second-rate work!" Harry thundered. "You son of a bitch." He rushed Tyson, attempting to tackle him.

    Ty stepped to the side, avoiding the charging man with ease, his movement unexpectedly graceful. Harry landed heavily on the floor at his feet.

    "Surely you weren't thinking of attacking me, Harry?" Ty asked, amusement plain in his voice. "You're a grown man. Have a little dignity."

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    Libby backed away farther as Harry glowered up at Tyson. There had been a definite taunt in Tyson's voice.

    Harry scrambled to his feet, fists clenched. "You think you're so superior, Derrick. You always have.
    You think your money makes you better than everyone else?"

    "Money?" Tyson echoed. He clearly hadn't considered the money. "Work ethics, Harry, the love of science. Try sheer brains."

    Harry went berserk again, swinging wildly at Tyson who deflected several punches and tapped Harry's cheek lightly twice. That only seemed to enrage Harry more.

    Joe Fields stepped in, catching Harry and dragging him away. "He obviously could beat you to a bloody pulp if he wanted, Harry. This isn't helping. We came here to talk this out reasonably."

    "How can anyone be reasonable with that smug bastard?" Harry asked. His gaze