Sins of the Father

The young man stood holding the handle of his open front door, looking at the two men in dark suits on his porch. "So, who are you this time? FBI again?"

"Uh, I'm Agent Comer with the United States Secret Service, and this is " As Agent Comer turned, the young man cut him off.

"Secret Service. Well, come on in!" he said, with a tone that could only be interpreted as mock enthusiasm. He left the front door swung wide, and strode down the entry hall, his back to the two agents. The two agents looked at each other, and Agent Comer motioned his partner inside. As they stepped past the threshold, Agent Comer quietly closed the front door behind him.

They found the young man down the hall in the living room, seated on a sofa with his arms extended to either side of himself, resting on the sofa back. Opposite him was a pair of uncomfortable-looking folding chairs. In between was a coffee table with a yellow legal pad and a Cisco mug acting as a pen holder. "Have a seat, gentlemen."

The two agents each took a seat, Agent Comer taking the seat to the young man's right. "I'm Agent Comer, and this is Agent Stevens " He paused for a moment as the young man leaned forward to grab the pad...