He shakes his head. A lot.
None of it good. In addition
to the ribs, Kristina’s jaw
is fractured. And the MRI
showed something unusual
in her brain. They have to do
more tests. Plus, the cops
went to her apartment, looking
for Ron. The manager
let them in. They didn’t find
Ron, but they did find
three grams of crystal meth,
sitting right out in the open
on top of her dresser. Kristina
claims it must be Ron’s,
but it was in her apartment
and he wasn’t. She could be
in some serious trouble.
Uh, yeah. A twice-convicted
felon in possession of
a substantial amount of ice?
Even if she’s telling the truth,
who’s going to believe her?
The question now arises,
“What about Donald and
David?” Kristina’s youngest
kids, ages eleven and seven.
Well, there is a major problem,
isn’t there? If they catch Ron,
he’s going away. This is felony