My grandpa was a very frugal man.

Saving people? None of it ever made it into his stories.

“You sure you’re his grandson?” the colonel asks, turning to look at me.

I nod. “Yeah. He raised me. After my parents died.”

The colonel looks at me for a long second, then stops walking. “You need to come with me.”

“What? Where?”

He pulls a small leather wallet from his coat, flashes a badge. Not continue reading …