"You can't prove that," Melanie said.
"Actually, I can," Catherine replied. "Tell them what else you have, Dr. Jordan."
"These are a series of emails I exchanged with Lawson," Carl said. "They prove that he asked me to forge the report."
Melanie crossed the room and snatched the papers from his hands, "Give those to me. I want to see what you're talking about."
"Oh, let it go, Melanie," Lawson groaned. "She knows everything."
"Shut up," Melanie hissed at her husband. "It's not over yet."
Her eyes scanned the paper, and his face paled. She lowered the papers and shot an accusatory glance at her husband. "How could you be so careless, Lawson?" she asked.
"What did she offer you, Carl?" Lawson asked. "Why are you doing this?"
"She knows a lot about me," Carl said, looking miserable. "Things done by night have a way of coming to light during the day."
"Not just by night," Catherine scoffed.
