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up on whiskey, he'd rattle off at the mouth, but you ask him a question and he'd clam right up."
    "What do you think it was?"
    "Well, I'm getting to that, but let me point this out first. You see, it strikes me as odd, this whole sequence of events. Old guy dies and that should have been the end of it. Except Bucky gets the bright idea of applying for these benefits, and that's what tips 'em off."
    "Tips who?"
    "The government."
    "The government," I said.
    He leaned forward, lowering his voice. "I think my old man was hiding from the feds."
    I stared at him. "Why?"
    "Well, I'll tell you. All the years since the war? He never once applied for benefits: no disability, no medical, no GI Bill. Now why is that?"
    "I give up."
    He smiled slightly, unperturbed by the fact that I wasn't buying in. "Clown around if you like, but take a look at the facts. We fill out a claim form… all the information's correct… but, first, they say they have no record of him, which is bullshit. Fabrication, pure and simple. What do you mean, they don't have a record of him? This is nonsense. Of course they do. Will they admit it? No ma'am. You following? So I get on the phone to Randolph – that's the Air Force base where all the files are kept – and I go through the whole routine again. And I get stonewalled, but good. So I call the National Personnel Records Center in St. Louis. No deal. Never heard of him. Then I call Washington, D.C… we're talking the
Pentagon
here. Nothing. No record. Well, I'm being dense. I'm not getting it myself. All I know to do is raise six kinds of hell. I make it clear we're serious about this. A lousy three hundred dollars, but I don't give a good goddamn. I'm not going to let it drop. The man served his country and he's entitled to a decent burial. What do I get? Same deal. They don't know nothin' from nothin'. Then we have this." He jerked a thumb toward the garage apartment. "See what I'm saying?"
    "No."
    "Well, think about it."
    I waited. I didn't have the faintest idea what he was getting at.
    He took a deep drag from his cigarette. "You want to know what I think?" He paused, creating drama, maximizing the effect. "I think it took 'em this long to get some boys out here to find out how much we knew."
    This sentence was so loaded, I couldn't figure out which part to parse first. I tried not to sound exasperated. "About
what?"
    "About what he did during the war," he said, as though to a nitwit. "I think the old man was military intelligence."
    "A lot of guys worked in military intelligence. So what?"
    "That's right. But he never
admitted
it, never said a word. And you know why? I think he was a double agent."
    "Oh, stop this. A spy?"
    "In some capacity, yes. Information gathering. I think that's why his records are sealed."
    "You think his records are sealed. And that's why you can't get verification from the VA," I said, restating his point.
    "Bull's-eye." He pointed a finger at me and gave me a wink, as though I'd finally picked up the requisite IQ points.
    I looked at him blankly. This was beginning to feel like one of those discussions with a UFO fanatic, where the absence of documentation is taken for proof of government suppression. "Are you saying he worked for the Germans, or spied on them for our side?"
    "Not the Germans. The Japanese. I think he might have worked for 'em, but I can't be sure. He was over in Burma. He admitted that much."
    "Why would that be such a big deal all these years later?"
    "You tell me."
    "Well, how would I know? Honestly, Chester, I can't speculate about this stuff. I never even knew your father. I have no way of guessing what he was up to. If anything."
    "I'm not asking you to speculate. I'm asking you to be objective. Why else would they say he wasn't in the Air Force? Give me one good reason."
    "So far you don't have any proof that he was."
    "Why would he lie? The man wouldn't lie about a thing like that. You're missing the point."
    "No, I'm not. The
point
is, they're not