My grandpa was a very frugal man.

what was his name?”

I hesitate. “Arthur Brennan.”

The colonel’s expression shifts—subtly, but I catch it. Recognition. Shock, maybe even fear. He glances around as if checking for eavesdroppers, then motions me away from the line.

“Walk with me,” he says, not really a request.

I follow him, confused but curious. We move along the gravel path under the continue reading …