54 I graduated from high school when I was fifteen and started in college the next week. I have a doctorate in astrophysics—okay, fine, almost a doctorate. I was ready to defend my thesis when my advisor tried to steal my work and everything went bloody, but that’s not the point. I did all the research, all the work. I can even balance my checkbook. I’m smart. I have the paperwork to prove it. Despite that, what with jumping off the helicopter right before it takes me to safety, all the evidence says I’m a complete i***t. It’s all guesses. Will Rob have the chopper stay? Will he come in after me? Would the pilot even be willing to put down again? Would Bradley insist? My gut says no. Rob was willing to let me go in alone, to serve as a distraction for Bradley and him. Bradley didn’t wa

