Prisoners of War - Chapter 22

Tim sat in Melissa's garage on a stool, and took out his cell phone speed dialing a number. "Yea its me...yea its on." He hung up and began to whistle to himself standing up, closing the garage door and walking to the back, while putting on a pair of gloves. He lifted up a small welcome mat that stood in front of the door, and lifting it up smiled snatching up a key. The …

…jury stood up and nodded. "Yes we have you're honor." He held out a piece of paper reading it. "On the counts of manufacturing and distribution of Methamphetamine we the jury find the defendant..." He paused and looked at me, and I knew in his eyes what was about to be said, and I felt such rage inside of me that I just wanted to get up and shove that paper down his throat. "Guilty."