Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

flicked to Libby. "The only reason anyone would want to be around him is for his money. Nothing else could possibly make him bearable."

    Libby's gaze shifted to Tyson's face. A muscle jerked in his jaw and his eyes went icy, but other than that, it was nearly, impossible outwardly to tell if Harry's arrow had found a mark—but she felt the jab of pain. Harry scored a much larger hit than he realized. The revelation struck Libby. Tyson didn't believe he was lovable. And why should he? His parents hadn't understood or wanted him, and even Sam told him how difficult he was to be around. Her heart ached for him. He stood tall and straight, his shoulders square, staring down Harry Jenkins.

    "You can say whatever you like about me, Harry, but it won't change the facts. The drug is flawed and it's going to kill people. You have no intention of fixing it. You want respect for your work, but you're never going to get it unless you get over your shoddy work practices. The drug might eventually be an amazing discovery, but not in its present form. You're rushing something for glory."

    "Like you care about the people dying," Harry snapped back. "You could care less if half the population of the world died from the plague. Don't go trying to portray yourself as the savior of the world."

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    "Stop," Libby burst out, taking a step forward. She marched back down the aisle between the worktables until she planted herself in front of Tyson, her fists on her hips. "That's enough. You didn't come here to talk reasonably about a drug that obviously, obviously has a major side effect on a certain age group of patients. I heard rumors about the side effects months ago, but not once since barging into this house have you even asked Ty about his concerns or his findings. Neither of you. That certainly doesn't show the least bit of responsibility to me. You can stand here until Christmas, calling Ty all kinds of names, but if he believes there is something wrong with the drug, you can bet there is. And you can't keep a thing like that secret."

    Joe Fields shook his head. "Dr. Drake, this has gone badly, but we did come to try to resolve this situation. I'm sure you can understand the reactions of a man when he sees someone stealing his work."

    "Stealing!" Libby shook off Ty's restraining hand. "Ty wouldn't steal a glass of water if he were dying of thirst in the desert. Harry Jenkins used Ty's research as a foundation. Ty did all the hard work and Jenkins jumped onboard as soon as he saw Ty had something important."

    "I think we'd better leave," Fields said. "We're not going to solve this by arguing. I'm sorry you both feel this way, but if you persist, Derrick, you'll be hearing from our lawyers."

    Tyson took an aggressive step forward, setting Libby to one side as he confronted Fields. "Either you both think I'm stupid or you've forgotten we all work for BioLab and they own all intellectual rights to the drug, research, everything. I'd have to show intent to harm BioLab for you to get lawyers involved, but hey, I'd love for this to go public."

    Fields tugged hard on Harry, practically dragging him up the stairs. Tyson jerked his head at Sam to indicate that he wanted him to escort them through the house. Sam nodded and trailed after the two men.

    Tyson stood for a long moment staring up the staircase before turning to Libby. "I'm sorry about that.
    Harry Jenkins can be very unpleasant."

    "They scared the hell out of me."

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    really appreciate it."

    "Aren't you going to ask me why I stopped by?" Libby challenged him.

    His fingers tangled in her hair. "I managed to work that out while I was pretending to listen to Harry and Joe. I'm sorry, Libby." He turned to wave his arms to encompass the lab. "I've been breaking down the PDG drug, component by component, and time got away from me. I can't tell you how sorry I am. I set the alarm, but if it went off, I didn't hear it."

    "You set an alarm to remember we had a date?" She glanced at the clock by the stairway. A tray of untouched food was beside it, right where Sam must have placed it earlier in the day.

    He sighed. "That sounds so bad. I mean it, Libby, I'm really sorry. It won't…"

    She put her fingers over his lips.