OF COURSE. WHO ELSE. Dr. d**k Duncan, nemesis and boss, hovered there, smirking.
“d**k,” I greeted him, hating the fact that Joe’s slender shoulders cowered the moment the department chair glanced in his direction. A good professor lifted up her students. Dr. Duncan got a kick out of knocking them down.
“Ah, you’re speaking to the boy genius.” He laughed, displaying teeth that were far more perfect than you’d expect from a man of his generation. Word on the street was that they were all fake...just like his interest in his students. “Don’t let me interrupt.”
“No, I was going.” Joe, who would gladly have talked archaeology for at least another half hour, stuffed his notebook in his bag so rapidly the pages bent over. Then he slid through the gap between d**k and the door jamb, the other
