“Law, I’m sorry we moved too slowly to save your family. We didn’t get to them in time to protect them...”

“Wait, wait, wait. Wasn’t it old man Mallory who gave you my number?”

“Yes, Lyon, my uncle gave me your number.” The light bulb went on, and he seemed to start connecting the dots.

“Did he always know? Is that why he protected me as a kid?”

“That’s part of it. Though everyone wasn’t ...