Van had rarely seen his grandfather during the long hectic frenzy of the dot-com boom. Since he’d left Stanford, he’d scarcely seen his grandfather at all. Old folks’ homes were far from cheerful places. Phone calls, e-mail, digital Christmas cards, and digital photos of the baby. That was pretty much it between himself and his grandpa Chuck. But now the GPS had guided him to a completely unknown destination. It appeared to be a private home, a cheap stucco duplex.