Sam was utterly confused hearing the elderly man with gray hair calling him son, or maybe it was just because he was a young man.

Old people tend to do that a lot.

He walked slowly to the couch where the men sat, glancing at the number of guards that stood around the room; he couldn’t recognize any of them, they weren’t Clinton’s guards.

Sam made himself comfortable on an empty couch next to the one the men were sitting on. The surprise was still on his face, but he wasn’t really aware of it