Jonathan Goldstein

So with Quincy unwilling to talk, he's our best shot at figuring out why Quincy had lied.

At some point, Pat had to have demanded an explanation from Quincy.

Dan agrees to talk to his mom, who agrees to talk to Pat's daughter, who agrees to talk with Pat, who then agrees to talk with me.

Mr. Croce?

Call me Pat.

This is Pat, Pat, Pat Croce.

Can you say more about the high frequency?

Well, in the realm of form, if we're going to transcend form... Pat Croce has a white goatee that ends in a point at his chest.

He's in the Zen Den, a large room above the barn on his 53-acre estate.

His walls are covered in Chinese and Tibetan calligraphy.

He says that these days, he seldom makes any media appearances.

Is there any reason for that?

Pat's mind cracked in a meeting for one of his restaurants.

He owned several, among them the Rum Barrel, which is pirate-themed.

What Pat realized was that in spite of all his successes, he wasn't really happy.

And so he tried to change his way of thinking.

But it was a slow process.

For me, the past is also smoke off the end of my cigar, juicy wafts of precious smoke to be hysterically clawed at like a rabid raccoon attacking a helium-filled garbage can.

And so I ask Pat to go back to the past and explain how he became involved with Quincy, Michael, and the messenger.

He says it all began in Key West at the pirate-themed museum he owned that sat beside the pirate-themed restaurant he also owned.