Van’s grandfather quickly hid the titanium gun inside his desk. He forgot to unplug it, though, so the bright red cord simply trailed from the desk to the wall, an obvious trip hazard. "Robbie, if I say anything I’m not supposed to say, you just forget that. All right? You can just forget about all of it." He waved a hand at the crumbling boxes on his walls. "Don’t look at all this."