Lower the River

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Jackson Klondike did not look like a world-class physicist. He was a shaggy bear of a man with a gruff manner and a ferocious sense of humor. Yet he was the unchallenged leader of the Rockledge Research Laboratory’s bright and quirky scientific staff.

William Ratner did not look like a research lab director. He was astonishingly young, astoundingly handsome, and incredibly vapid. Yet he held a master’s degree in business administration,. and the Rockledge Corporate officers (including his uncle Sylvester) had handed him the directorship of the lab.

With one single demand: Get results!

Klondike was smolderingly unhappy as he sat in front of Ratner’s desk. It was obvious that he felt the time spent in the director’s office was wasted; he wanted to be back in his own rat’s nest of a lab where he could do some creative work.

Ratner had peeked into Klondike’s lab only once. It looked like a chaotic mess, wires dangling from the ceiling, insulated tubing snaking everywhere, and vats of some mysterious stuff boiling and filling the chamber with steam that somehow felt cold instead of hot.

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