Hollowed Out

Roberson gurgled out “You?”

Tyler nodded.

“It was over five years ago.  I had a friend named Bill Porter.  He was a nice man.  Taught me all about electronics.  When he wasn’t taking care of his daughter.  You remember?  The daughter with multiple sclerosis?  No.  Don’t guess you’d remember her.”

Roberson struggled to hold himself up.

“I didn’t…”

“Didn’t what?  Didn’t think you’d pay?  You held that man in a cage for a week on suspicion for a bomb he didn’t make.  He lost his job.  Lost custody of his daughter.  And beyond all that, you and those other two ransacked his shop beyond belief.  And you smashed his machine.”





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