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study and took a seat in a leather chair. The rain had been relentless all night, and was still coming down with stubborn ferocity. Greenfield combed his fingers through his scant hair to scatter some of the dampness out. He glanced around the room, which was a shrine to all of Dr. Winthrop’s accomplishments. Copies of degrees in fine wooden frames. Swimming trophies and medals from high school and college.
    The doctor went directly to one side of his desk. “Would you like some coffee, Perry? I just made it.” Dr. Winthrop stood holding an extra cup and the glass pot, with steam rising into the cooler air.
    â€œSure.” Greenfield was clutching a package in his damp hands. The manila envelope had drops of rain on it, and he set the package on his lap as he accepted the cup from the doctor.
    â€œNow. What can I do for you so early in the morning,” Dr. Winthrop said, taking a seat behind his large oak desk and sipping on his coffee.
    Greenfield shifted in his seat, took a sip of coffee, and then cradled his cup, drawing warmth from it. “Remember the article I told you about a few weeks ago. The one co-authored and submitted by Austrian and Italian researchers?”
    Dr. Winthrop feigned uncertainty. Then he said, “Of course. The DNA study on heart disease. It was called The Dolomite Solution, I believe.”
    â€œExactly. I sent you a copy.”
    There was silence as they stared at each other. A mariner’s clock on an oak credenza ticked away the seconds.
    The doctor impatiently said, “And?”
    â€œIf it’s true...you’re not worried?”
    â€œWhy should I be?”
    â€œAll those bypass surgeries you do,” Greenfield said, his bushy brows coming down and nearly covering his eyes. “They’ve paid for this house. The Cape Cod home. Your sailboat. Not to mention your Mercedes.”
    Not to mention the investments and the silent partnership. “Yeah, yeah. What’s your point, Per?”
    â€œIf this study is correct...” he fought for the words. “You could be out of work.”
    The doctor leaned back, laughing slightly. His leather chair squeaked as he swiveled around. He slowly sipped his coffee. “What did I tell you when you showed me the article the first time?”
    Greenfield thought and shrugged. “I don’t remember.”
    â€œCome on.” The doctor smirked. “I said not to worry about it. I have some friends looking into it. Seeing if they can verify the results.” This wasn’t entirely true. He had thought about it, though.
    â€œBut—”
    Dr. Winthrop raised his hand. “It’s okay, Per. We’ll see what happens.”
    Greenfield set his coffee cup on the edge of the desk and fumbled with the envelope, extracting a copy of the journal he edited. “This is hot off the press,” he said. “We had to print the article. The two of them have been nominated for the Nobel. You understand, right?”
    The doctor yanked the magazine from his friend’s hand and glanced at the cover, which read, “Will The Dolomite Solution Cure The Heart?” Winthrop paged through, glanced at the article, which he already had a copy of, and then dropped the journal to his desk.
    â€œI thought you agreed to wait a month,” Winthrop said. His smile had faded. The doctor had been considered for the Nobel a year ago for the surgical technique he developed. Hundreds of surgeons had followed his lead performing bypass through a small incision with the heart only slowed by drugs instead of stopping it completely. Yet the Nobel committee had awarded the prize to a British researcher for using leach slime on bacterial infections.
    â€œThe Nobel committee comes out with its selections shortly. It’s a major coup to print their article first. We had to push production forward. We distribute the journal worldwide in a week. It’s beyond my control. The publisher caught