“You want to prove me wrong? Fine. I'd love to be proved wrong. Let's go up to my office, and let's open that tube, and let's see what's in there. And you know what? I hope you're right. I hope it's something dumb. Something only a lunatic would think was proof. Because then we'll know.” He leaned over Richter. “But if it isn't—we'll do it my way.”