The Truth Will Find You
Chapter 23.
You can call me Fingerling.
My real name is Walter. Walter
Paul Sparrow.
What you've read so far is not the whole truth.
Much has
been changed to protect the innocent... and the guilty.
I once read that
the only philosophical question that matters is whether or not to
commit suicide.
I guess that makes me a philosopher.
You can say it was
my inheritance.
After my mother's death, my father couldn't cope.
He
didn't leave a note... just a number.
That number followed me from
foster home to foster home till college when I met her: Laura Tollins.
I
thought she'd help me forget my father's number.
It was a mistake to
think I could escape it.
I loved her.
And I thought she loved me.
Until
my father's number returned to haunt me.
That fucking number...
When I
circled every 23rd letter of her note... it became clear.
The number had
gone after me.
And now it wanted her.
I was right.
She was in danger.
I
just didn't realize the danger was me.
What began as a suicide note,
turned into something more.
Much, much more.
[Walter Sparrow]
I'd like two words on my tombstone: what if.
[Walter Sparrow]
I am in prison for a crime I didn't commit, Mr. Sparrow.
But somehow I think your problems are bigger than mine.
[Kyle Flinch]
To die there in the street would have been easy.
But it wouldn't have
been justice, at least not the justice fathers teach their sons about.
I'll be sentenced in a week or so.
My lawyer says the judge will look
kindly upon me for turning myself in.
Maybe it's not the happiest of
endings, but it's the right one.
Some day I'll be up for parole, and we
can go on living our lives.
It's only a matter of time.
Of course, time
is just a counting system -
numbers with meaning attached to them -
isn't it?
[Walter Sparrow]
Be sure your sin will find you out. - Numbers 32:23
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