[A startled look crossed Edward's paling face. He hadn't known that Hand would accompany the interrogation. No one had mentioned it to him. And yet her voice rang clearly in conversation with Abby. One foot betrayed his body, taking a step backwards. He hadn't been informed. And that make him uncomfortable.]

She's lying. There's more to this.

[A pause follows. An increasingly heated pause.]

Speaking of more, I rather get the feeling you're pulling a Hemingway on me, Osborn. Where are the other seventh-eighths?