Hidden Love

Two

Hunter walked into Screamers and claimed a table in tbebfar corner so be could see the door. Not that he would know what his father looked like. He sat there and waited. Part of him wanted to see his father show and the other part of him wanted him to not come. The door opened and a group of very tall men came in. They wore black leather and trench coats.
He was about to write them off until he heard someone say, " The usual Butch?"
"Of course. Any one inquire about me tonight?" One of the men asked.
" Not yet, but there is a newcomer here and he's watching you. Whats going on?" Asked the woman who looked like she was cozy with one of the men.
"Someone called my old number and said they were my child and to meet them here."
That set it for him. He stood and walked forward toward the group. The man who was walking turned to him and his pith dropped.
"Well, you look a lot like me." He said when Hunter finally reached him. "Xhex can we use the office?"
The woman smiled, "Of course. I'll bring your drink right away."
The man led him into a room just behind the bar. He motioned Hunter into one chair while he took the other one. Hunter grew nervous. The man clearely looked like him but would that be enough to convince him that he was his son.
"How did you come across my number?" The man asked him.
Hunter handed over the letter, " My mother gave it to me."
"Your mother... What is her name?"
"Her name was Olivia Jackson."
"Olivia... I remember her now. She always hoped I'd settle down. I did settle down just not with her." His father told him, "I didn't mean for that to sound harsh. If I am remembering hour mother right your mother used to be a dispatcher for the Caldwell Police Department."
"Correct."
"I never meant for her to be led on. Had I known about you I would have been there when I could."
"She made it work."
"I bet she didn't. I want you to come home with me tonight. So that our doctor can do a proper test to make sure you truely my son. If that is alright."
"Of course."
"Let's go."
They both stood and walked from the office and put Oxbridge bar and into a large SUV. The others joined them. The windows were so dark he couldn't see where they were going. It was quiet.
"How do you feel about the Sox?" Asked one of the men with long black hair and a black goatee.
" They are the best. Have always liked the Sox." Hunter relpied getting a clap on the back.
" He must be your son." Goatee said again.
Why was there any doubt? They looked a lot alike. His father remembered his mother. Why did he have to doubt anything? Hunter didn't doubt that this man was his father. Eventually they reached a large set of gates and when they opened they drove in and parked in front of a large mansion like house. They all piled out and he followed his father into the house and through a hidden door into what looked like a hospital emergency room and a very large gym. He was led into the hospital looking area and into a room. He sat in the chair and waited. A thin woman with blonde hair came in and set up for drawing his blood.
" So your the man who called Butch. You look a lot like him." She said as she drew his blood. " But we still have to be sure."
"I dont doubt that I am his son. My mother would lie to me. Especially when it was on her death bed she wrote me that letter." He said to her, "There shouldn't be a doubt that I am his if I look like him."
"Your right, but you see we have people out to take away what we have. Even if we don't doubt that you belong to Butch, we still need to know to be sure. Nothing against you or anything."
What did they have to hide? Was this a cult? Were the police involved? Was that why Butch was here? Was he undercover with these men? He didn't recall hearing anything about a cult in Caldwell. Thought nothing was impossible in Caldwell.