22
“THANKS FOR GETTING ME OUT, Mr. Charmayne." Tyler looked at the floor as he spoke. His hands jammed into his jean pockets. His body caved in on itself, protectively. Ready to shield itself from the oncoming storm of admonishment.
They sat in a holding room. Tiled walls and plastic chairs. The cold air blew in through a vent and sank under Manny's skin. Manny looked at Tyler. The kid wore a jacket, but Manny spied a tremor run down his shoulders.
Manny didn't ask the kid why he did it. He knew why. He'd done it himself years earlier. Only, tampering with a poster wasn't a crime. Hacking into a website was.
"I got you out," Manny said, "because I don't think you'll make a habit of this type of behavior. Getting arrested, I mean. Am I wrong? You are the type of man who learns from his
