In which I come up with a title for my next novel

Locus of Tenure

A macroeconomics professor at an elite New England liberal arts college dies suddenly in his sleep. His death is attributed to natural causes, but in the months that follow, at liberal arts colleges all across New England, one macroeconomist after another dies a mysterious death. Police are unable to find a cause of death: is it the work of a particularly ingenious serial killer? After several unusually prompt job applications arrive at two of these colleges, suspicions focus on an underpaid, underappreciated, underachieving professor of macroeconomics at a small mid-Atlantic college. What drove him to commit these dastardly acts: was it his wife's incessant nagging to move the family closer to civilization? his failed attempts at curriculum reform? or could it have something to do with that sultry young science professor he had been spending time with lately?