When Tyler stepped off the plane in DC, he was greeted by his father’s Beta Carlton and a few other men. Carlton was a middle-aged man of average height and a lean build. He had salt and pepper hair and wore glasses, giving him that dreamy professor look that most of the girls in college would go crazy over. He had been with Tyler’s father since before Tyler was born and treated Tyler as a nephew. “Selena ratted me out, didn’t she?” Tyler said as he walked past Carlton and the rest of the men.
“Did you really think you could leave the capital, and no one would know?” Carlton said, following behind Tyler.
Tyler rolled his eyes and then walked out the door into the cold night air. It was only 3 in the morning when he arrived almost 4 and the streets were all but deserted. In front of him
