“You see why Dad, or I, wouldn’t do anything to Tommy. Tommy was worth millions … maybe hundreds of millions … to us alive.”
“Now that he is dead? What’s happening to the program and the game?”
Tully nodded, still as pale as a ghost but at least able to talk.
“Dad’s got a team of programmers working on what Tommy had given us so far. Which, thankfully, was damn near his entire work. He wants me to work with the team just as soon as I get out of college. Which will be this coming May if nothing else gets in the way.”
It made sense. We knew the kid’s old man was an ex-con now turned honest businessman and he owned a company which designed games and gaming animation. It made sense to keep a kid like Tommy Jones alive and productive. But if you were a rival? Would something like this be a
