Tyler had spent a week in solitary for that, and would have had some time added to his sentence if he had not greased the palms of the ever-slick hands of the Vault warden.
Frank, the prisoner Tyler had asked Harrison about, had lost the use of his arm that day, and Tyler had gained a loyal follower he had not been seeking.
Once he returned to GENPOP – the general prison population – Franklin Rhodes and his gang had pledged themselves to him, bringing to light something Tyler had kept hidden for three years.
Tyler shook his head now, as he had done in Lincoln’s office, but this time it was as if to clear his mind, to release himself from dead memories.
He walked into his bedroom and stared at the window. The first hint of daylight was seeping through the base of the floor-length curtai
