Chapter 9
VENTURA, CALIFORNIA
Kip pulled his Porsche electric to a stop in front of Ronni’s house. She opened the door, and Kip followed her into the kitchen.
“So, how’s she doing?” Kip said.
Ronni looked out the window. She placed a hand on the counter, then looked back at Kip.
“She doesn’t have a lot of physical strength, and she sits at her computers and, of course, is in VR all the time. She threw up yesterday. That part’s better now. We need to bring in a physical therapist for the time being. I know you spoke to Connie Novelli again. My God, Kip.”
A canned response got to the tip of his tongue, but he held it back, took a breath, then just put his arms around her.
“I don’t understand what you’re doing. Are we going to run out of time?” Ronni said.
Kip walked to Becca’s room a
