Part1: My oldest son called me at midnight. He works for …

My oldest son called me at midnight. He works for the FBI: “Turn everything off. Go to the attic, lock the door, and don’t tell your son-in-law.” I whispered, “You’re scaring me.” He shouted, “Just do it!” I obeyed. Through a crack in the attic floor, I saw something that made my blood run cold.

My oldest son called me at midnight. He works for the FBI: “Turn everything off. Go to the attic, lock the door, and don’t tell your son-in-law.” I whispered, “You’re scaring me.” He shouted, “Just do it!” I obeyed. Through a crack in the attic floor, I saw something that made my blood run cold.

At 63 years old, I still sleep with one eye open.

My late wife, Marsha, used to say that about me. She would roll over in bed after some tiny noise in the house had pulled me awake and whisper, “Gavin Pierce, you’d hear a moth sneeze in a thunderstorm.”