Jim walked to Serenity’s front and stopped, then he handed a small transparent bag containing a dozen strands of Old Mr. Hunt’s hair to Serenity and said, “Missus, this is what Mr. Zachary ordered me to do when he left home this morning. It’s done.”

“These are? My granddad’s hair?” Serenity asked as she took the bag.

The result of her discussion with Zachary last night was that she decided to use Noah to help them obtain Old Mr. Hunt’s hair. Afterward, she would take them for a DNA test.

“Yes.”

Serenity thanked Jim and asked, “Noah was willing to help?”

“He’s quite afraid of you, Missus. I brought you up to scare him, then he conscientiously went to pluck a dozen strands of his grandpa’s hair.”

As for how Noah coaxed Old Mr. Hunt into letting him pluck his hair, Jim was not bothered.

Jim only wanted the result.

Serenity laughed. “That kid is just young and impetuous. He doesn’t have a bad nature.”

Noah was still two or three months short of turning eighteen. He was in