Ten Sigmas & Other Unlikelihoods - Plot & Excerpts
Rocque was dead — shot in the forehead with a small caliber handgun — and my first concern was whether he had signed my thesis.The manuscript, in loose leaf form, lay open on his desk to the middle of Chapter 5. Rocque sat in his chair, head back, seemingly taking a moment to rest before continuing on with my masterpiece. That image was fine, if you ignored the dot in the middle of his brow.I carefully flipped to the cover page. Empty, the slot for his signature in the lower left hand corner was empty. All the other signatures were there: mine at the top, then Dr. Forest’s and Dr. Olivia-Yordan’s and Dr. Khomeli’s. But not Rocque’s, and I had been sure the bastard was going to sign. Just to be rid of me after six years.I heard the heavy drip-drop of blood and looked behind his chair at the pool of red. It was obvious what had happened; he’d been popped before he could sign. The row of eggs that usually lined his shelf were gone.I grabbed his fountain pen, a gift from a Duchess during his Nobel Prize trip, and, after a quick glance at his signature on a student petition on his desk, signed his name for him.
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