Karter Kamon's vision is blurry, he can hardly see. He is being rushed off the field by paramedics. He can see again, but barely. He sitting on the bench. His vision is back, he can see a scoreboard: Cheetahs-18 Woodchucks-6. He smiles.
Back in the locker room, unfazed by the injury and cheering with his team, he notices a voice mail from his father. He plays it,"Go with Mr.Kevans he was a good friend of your mom and I." He had never heard of his parents friend, Mr. Kevans, in fact he had not heard his father mention his mother since she died. There is a man standing in his dad's usual parking space by a red sedan,"Are you Mr. Kevans?" Karter asks the man. "Oh no, my names Don Seamus." He hears a voice from behind him,"No that's me." a man calls out of the window of a very old truck. He gets out and walks to Karter. They walk back to the truck, Mr. Kevans in front. There is a picture of a pixilated trident on the back of his black jacket. The inside of the truck was surprisingly nice; had the newest radio and heat controls, leather seats and a built in backup-camera. Mr. Kevans drives to a very old and shabby apartment
building. They did not go in yet. "Mr. Kevans, what's going on?" As if he had been waiting for this he says,"I will tell you in the morning, and you can call me Sam." The inside of the apartment, like the truck, was very nice. Sam showed him to his very nice room. As he lay on his soft bed and softer sheets he wonders: who was his dad running from?
