My grandpa was a very frugal man.

until we reach an unmarked building on the edge of town, squat and gray and humming with security cameras. We’re buzzed in, then ushered down a corridor to a secure elevator. As the doors slide shut, the colonel finally speaks again.

“You ever hear of Project Shepherd?”

I shake my head.

“Well,” he says, folding his arms. “You’re about to.”

The elevator continue reading …