The dead physicist's apartment smelled like whiskey and chalk dust.
Jack Morrell stood in the doorway, looking at the walls. They were covered in numbers. Not random numbers — patterns. Sequences. Coordinates. The dead man, Dr. Arthur Pemberton of Caltech, had been writing these on every surface he could find. The walls. The ceiling. The back of a photograph of a woman and two children. "Suicide," the coroner had said. "Clear case." Jack didn't believe in clear...
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