Miles grimaced at her, fighting the urge to either strangle her or kiss her. Both appealed, as usual. But she was lessening the tension in the room. He could see the others visibly relaxing. “I’m sorry,” Catherine gasped in between fits of giggles. “It’s just that … Miles of all people. That’s a good one, Uncle Byrne.” “I have information!” Byrne bellowed at her. Catherine roared. Miles sat back in his chair and eyed Byrne for a long moment. If there was one thing he knew, it was how not to react. He also knew how to relax in the heat of a crisis. Finally, he said, “Your ‘information’ is nonsense, Byrne.” “Right before this meeting began,” Byrne said, “a reporter got through and confronted me about a police report that you were at that lot last night. What were you doing there, Miles, if you’re not the Earth Angel?” So much for the record being expunged, Miles thought. Clearly, the wheels of justice ground slowly. He scratched his chin and said the only thing he could think to say.
