She slipped the letter back, returned the solucionario to its crooked cabinet, and walked back to the study lounge. Tomás was awake now, sipping cold coffee.
“Because even Del Toro wanted us to question him.” Solucionario Maquinas Eletricas Vincent Del Toro
“Well?”
Mariana read it twice. Then a third time. She had always thought of Del Toro as an oracle, infallible, carved in marble. But here was proof: he had been wrong. And a student—someone like her—had dared to tell him. She slipped the letter back, returned the solucionario
“You are correct. Thank you. The 2nd edition will fix this. I am sorry it took a student to catch it. Keep questioning. —V.D.T.” She slipped the letter back