Paco Valdez

EF

You set the mug down on the bar and stand up, curiousity getting the best of you. You reach the swinging doors in four strides and push your way through them.

Looking around you don't spot the old man on the streets. But just as you are about to give up you spot him cutting between the streets through a small lot of open land between buildings.

You approach his retreating for at a brisk pace and reach him not long after, calling "Hey, you!" after him, but getting no response. You reach out and grab hold of his shoulder. He spins around ready to swing until he looks at you, and then his face seems to soften.

You stare at one another for a while. "Who are you?" You ask him.

"That's what I was wonderin' 'bout you. What's your pappy's name?" He asks.

You tell him his name and he nods as though he knew it all along. "That's what I thought. Come with me." He turns around and starts walking again.

You stand there for a few seconds pondering this encounter. The old man may be crazy, but he seems to know your father. Should you trust him?