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The King with Nine Fingers

By Jerry Wible

Copyright 2011

Published by Be eRead ePublishing

Smashwords Edition


Hugo Herrera was a Ph.D. professor in archeology at UCLA. On a typical June morning, as he sat reading the American Journal of Archeology, he got an atypical phone call from Dr. Cynthia Anderson. She was the chairperson for the whole Department of Anthropology, and rarely called Hugo. Her calls usually meant that there was something wrong in the record keeping of the Department of Archeology, which Hugo ran. The other likely reason for the call involved a cutback in funds.

“Good morning. Dr. Hugo Herrera,” the archeologist said into the phone.

“Hugo, this is Dr. Anderson.”

“Oh crap,” he muttered under his breath.


“Nothing, Dr. Anderson. Just clearing my throat.”

“Well, you’re going to like what I have to say.”


“You make it sound like a big surprise that I’ve got good news.”

“Oh, no. Not at all. It’s always good to hear from you,” he lied. “What’s it about?”

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