Inside the lounge, Ian Shannon's temper flared, and he kicked a table. "Felix, what the hell is going on? And Wildcat, don't get me wrong. I believe you're capable of pulling something like this, but I'd never believe you did it just to steal some credit or 'practice your skills.' Seriously, what kind of bullshit reason is that? Who in their right mind would use a patient as a guinea pig? If the jury actually buys that nonsense, they've got to be insane."
"Ian, calm down. Cursing isn't going to help. It looks like they were prepared all along to pin everything on Yara. What puts us at the biggest disadvantage now is that Yara is the defendant, and they have physical evidence."
"Ian Zimmerman, you broke the table," Yara Quillan said with a deadpan expression, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the table Ian Shannon had just kicked.
