just told me that she was sorry for not telling me about him and that it would probably be best if I looked into it myself. So, I have these fifteen letters addressed to me from Gilbert Andrews care of the Florida State Hospital. That’s all I know and that’s why I am here.”
Seven took the bundle of letters and placed them on the desk in front of Walter’s grasp.
“What did he tell you in the letters?” Walter asked.
“Feel free to look through them. I don’t really understand much about what he’s talking about. A lot of talk about the hospital staff and the government trying to kill him and how he only did what he had to do. He talks a lot about escaping from the hospital and he refers to himself as a mule quite a bit. All the letters seem to follow that pattern, but the later ones get more weird and really difficult to follow.”
“Did he ever tell you how he came to be here?”
“No, he just said that he wasn’t a killer, he did his job, and they needed to make sure he was dead so that no one would find out the truth,” Seven said.
“So, what you’re telling me is that Gilbert Andrews is your father and up until a couple of weeks ago you thought he was dead. You found these letters and now you’re here to find out who he is and why he’s here.”
“Yes sir, that’s about it.”
Walter rubbed the small portion of hair in the center of his head as he picked up the bundle of letters. He untied the leather strap and began to shuffle through the envelopes. He scanned each letter quickly and seemed to be looking for something specific. Once the final letter was reviewed, he returned it to the envelope and resecured the strap.