His name is Connor Gibbs. His past is shady, but his present is rosy. He enjoys the simple pleasures of a well-turned phrase and finding lost souls. He’s a gentle giant—until he’s crossed. Then he becomes a six-foot-seven human hammer. Gibbs isn’t sure that the kid who just walked in can read the sign on his door. Yet there he is, nine years old and ready to plunk down his life savings—all $67 worth—if Gibbs can find his long-lost father. But this is one father who’ll go a long way to stay lost.