UpstateTyler McDermott traveled these halls twice a week for the past thirty years. He hated the smell of the place, but it was the least he could do for his older cousin who practically raised him when his parents were killed in a bank robbery gone wrong. Wrong place at the wrong time, the cops told him at the time. That was the best the cops could offer, and he hated them for it, which is the primary reason the prison turned his stomach.
When Tyler turned seventeen his cousin had been convicted and placed within the confines of this prison for life. At the time, Tyler made a promise to his cousin he would visit him regularly. This particular visit, however, differed from all the rest. This day he strolled through the halls with a smile on his face and pep in his step, even when he had t
