Chapter 12: Seeing Injustice, Stepping In

Ander Yale shrugged and walked out. He had spent five years in prison and had yet to properly see what Zerton had become. He happened to have a hundred grand sitting on his card, enough to buy some good stuff to send to the old man in prison. The old man didn't care for much-he lived for good food and beautiful women. Beauties were off the table in prison, but premium roast chicken and fine wine were rare treats he could still enjoy. "Sorry, sir. Your card has a spending restriction. You'll...