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arrangement at first,
but she insisted. I decided to honor her requests and stay out of his life.
I’ve only met him once. That was a hard day, let me tell you.”
    “I’ll bet,” Steven said. He
thought about his son, Jason, and couldn’t imagine not being involved with him.
But then, Jason was at college and was busy with school and friends. He didn’t
see him very often, which seemed like the right thing to do, to let him live
his own life without a lot of interference. Hell, he’d been pretty distant from
Roy up until this year, when Roy stepped in to help him. In reality he hadn’t
been all that close with his own father in the past, or even with his son now. Best
not to judge, he thought.
    Once they reached Daniel’s house
in Spokane, Daniel set about analyzing the sample he had stored in the box. He
placed it in a much larger wooden box, about the size of an old 27” television.
After several minutes he began to see the symbols he was looking for.
    “Far more complex,” Daniel said,
interpreting the symbols. “But we’re getting there. Can you write this down,
Steven, while I dictate? It will be easier.”
    “Sure,” Steven said, sitting at a
small desk and arranging some paper for him to record Daniel’s comments.
    “His name is…Frank Wilmon…” Daniel
said, spelling the last name. “He’s been trapped since…1933.”
    “Eighty years!” Steven said under
his breath.
    “He died in 1974,” Daniel
continued. “The cage was constructed by…”
    Daniel paused.
    “…Sean and Garth Wilmon, his sons,
ages seven and five at the time.” Daniel turned to look at Steven. They both
seemed surprised.
    “That wasn’t what I was
expecting,” Daniel said.
    “Me either,” Steven replied. “Is
there more?”
    “Yes,” Daniel said, returning to
the symbols. “Sean passed away. But Garth is still alive.”
    “Does it say where he is?” Steven
asked.
    “No,” Daniel replied, “but you can
usually find that out in other ways, like the internet.”
    “Can I use this computer, here?”
Steven asked, referring to the computer sitting next to him on the desk.
    “Sure,” Daniel said. He returned
to the symbols, looking for more information.
    Steven began searching for Garth
Wilmon. It didn’t take long to locate a phone number which had a 360 area code.
    “Found it,” Steven said, “looks
like the Olympia area. I’m going to give it a call.”
    Daniel didn’t respond, immersed in
reading more symbols.
    Steven dialed the number. “This is
Tall Pines, how may I direct your call?”
    Steven paused. Tall Pines? Was it
a hotel? “Can you connect me to Garth Wilmon?” he asked.
    “I’m sorry, Mr. Wilmon isn’t in
his room right now. Would you like to leave a message?”
    “Sure, but before I do, can you
tell me what Tall Pines is? Are you a hotel?”
    “We’re an assisted living care
facility, sir,” came the voice on the phone.
    Ah, of course, Steven thought.
“What are your visiting hours?”
    “Anytime between 7 a.m. and 10 p.m.,
every day.”
    “Yes, would you leave Mr. Wilmon a
message?” Steven asked. “Tell him that Mr. Hall needs to meet with him, and
I’ll be there tomorrow morning first thing.”
    “Can I tell him what it’s
regarding?”
    Steven thought. “Yes, tell him
it’s regarding Frank.”
    “OK, I’ll leave this message for
him.”
    “Thank you,” Steven said, hanging
up.
    Steven turned to Daniel, who was
focused on the readout once again. “There’s no way I’ll make it to Olympia
before 10 p.m. tonight when they stop visiting hours,” he told him.
    Daniel looked up. “Your dad’s
protection is off the charts. It has more variants than any I’ve ever seen, and
at the same time it’s the most pure I’ve ever seen. Impressive.”
    “Variants?” Steven asked.
    “Different elements of the recipe
that protect against specific things. The most common protection is a generic
protect-all kind of mixture. People who know what they’re doing can add