Jake was still shocked the man from Italy had indeed remembered his phone number and address. It was as if the man had a pristine memory. The description William had written of the man on the piece of paper was all Jake needed to spot him in the crowded airport. The man wore all white. Even his hair and cane were white. So the man’s appearance didn’t startle him. What startled him was the fact that the man looked like he was in his late twenties. Jake had expected an old man, or at least someone in his sixties. The man smiled and walked over to him. “You resemble your father,” the man said as they shook hands. Jake grimaced at the comment. “I take it that my statement bothers you,” the man noted. “I never saw my father. He wasn’t exactly happy to have a child.” The man nodded. “You don’t need to explain. It is your business.” “Do you have a name? You know mine.” “You’re Jake Stafford. That’s a good name. As for mine, I think Pallid works best.” “Pallid?”
