Rosario had retreated into her cider as well, her shoulders stiff and defensive. It didn't take long for Avery to start in again. He spoke more calmly now, quieter, more measured, in contrast to her own rising tone and widening gesticulations, and that rankled her even more. She was the one trying to reason with a nutcase, not the other way round!
She raised her eyes to the ceiling and sighed. "That's not the evidence," she said, forcing herself to match his tone, though there was an irritable edge to it. "That's an interpretation. There are no photos after a certain point cuz there's no nothing after a certain point. We don't know why that is. You're assuming his mom's a cardboard cutout cuz you don't have the info on her, but that doesn't mean it's not out there. And if you don't think being rich and white has anything to do with those guys being healthy then, boy, you the one gotta open your eyes."