“I told you, my name is Hugh,” he insists. “And I’m not in a cult.”
His persistent tone would indicate that he mysteriously believes this, which could be the result of successful mind bending. Or, perhaps, an even more devious scheme …
“Ohhhh, now I get it,” I nod. “Witness protection program.”
This is fascinating; so far beyond the scope of what I envisioned for young Linus. To be among the rare few who openly testify against people so ruthless that you have to go into hiding … and change your name.
“How does that work?” I brighten up. “Do you actually have to be involved in something illegal or can you just get an application online?”
“I don’t know. I’m not in witness protection.”
“C’mon, Linus,” I prod. “You can tell me. You’re among friends.”
“Not really. You barely remember thi
