Page 18 of In Death, Love Survives
Pushing back my chair, I get up and stand tall. Her eyes widen slightly as she takes in my frame. She hadn’t been paying much attention to me when I came in.
“Good night, Dr. Fletcher,” I rasp.
“Have a good evening, Mr. Walker.”
A hint of something flares in her eyes. I smirk as I walk toward Walls and disappear from Dr. Fletcher’s presence.
“Wolfe Walker. Toby Richman.”Toby introduces himself to me in the chow hall.
I pause eating as I take in the person standing in my space.
Toby Richman. Why does that name sound familiar?
Oh, that’s right.
“Toby. You know Caleb.”
“I do.”
“What do you get by helping me in here?” I ask while taking a bite of the slop we’re served.
Evidently, it’s some type of hamburger, but it sure as fuck isn’t that.
“I never thought about it like that.”
“Yeah, you did.”
“You’re right. I have.”
I size Toby up. He’s thin, with defining tattoos that run up his neck and onto his face. Bad move, easily identifiable when it comes to crimes.
“Get to it then. You know who I am outside of here. What do you want?”
“I want in.”
I scoff.
“Into the Saddle Creek Road Riders?”
“Yeah, man. I know you’re the pres. And let me say it’s a fucking honor to be in your presence.”
Toby takes the empty seat across from me.
“You don’t have to wipe my ass too. Get on with it.”
“I told Caleb that I’d do whatever it takes to join your club. To be in when I get out.”
“You know joining the brotherhood doesn’t work like this, right? It’s a whole fucking process to get initiated. I can’t just let you waltz in.”
“I understand.”
I take another bite of the food and set my utensils down.
“Okay. If that’s the case, what does that make you right now? Let’s say I tell you fuck no. Where do you stand? You’re either a friend or foe, and I’ll tell you right now, you don’t want me to become your enemy.”
“Friend. I want your trust.”
“My trust,” I repeat.
