Chapter 43The meal felt like slow motion. The late afternoon lunch, became dinner, and though the constant noise in the airport coffee shop filled the air, silence languished at their table until Penny's phone rang.
“Are you okay?” She listened with concern on her face. “Oh no.”
John and Lani quietly sipped on their soft drinks. A half-eaten order of cold French fries sat like wilted grass in the middle of the laminate table. “No, they took Peter for questioning. They told me Ron had injuries or something. Are you kidding, me? Okay, okay, but where? We promised him we'd wait.” The waitress came by and Penny flagged her down. “Yes, Mac, I got it. Call me later but be careful.” Her face suddenly matched the blob of ketchup next to the fries. A sob escaped her lips.
“What's with Brother Ma
