Tim feels like he is looking at his own, aged reflection in the mirror. His dad was very young when his wife had Tim. He is not even fifty yet, and everyone agrees he has aged well. Tim has his dad’s eyes and lips. Still, Tim won’t willingly stay in a room alone with his father. Looking at him from across a glass panel like this manages to make Tim wary.
“My son.” Paul smiles predatorily. “You really know how to make an old man happy. I’ve missed you, boy. What brings you to this lonely corner of the world?”
Tim has only come to get some answers, nothing else. He certainly doesn’t plan to indulge in small talk. “Dad, you lied to everybody. Why?”
Paul keeps beaming. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Cut it out, will you? There are men messing things up at my place and cops on m
