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As soon as I hit the highway, I dial my father’s office and wait for him to come to the phone.

“Dr. Cage,” he says finally.

“It’s me.”

“What happened?”

“I have the package.”

A long exhalation. An expression of relief I can only guess at. He’s been waiting with the same anxiety his patients suffer through when awaiting a call from him about test results. “Jesus,” he breathes. “Son, you don’t know—”