#ckrongold

NY Police Dept.

Talia sat at her desk, flipping through photos of the Sugar Rub fire. The aftermath nothing but piles of debris and exposed brick. She knew it had to be gang related, but she wasn’t sure how much of it she would be able to use as evidence for Christopher Krongholds case. “So, how did it happen exactly?” The detective asked, leaning forward in the chair that she sat in across from Chris.  Talia brought her hand up to her chin and furrowed her brows as she scrolled through her computer files, searching for the correct form.

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Enough is enough. There was no more allowing his kids to run the show, allowing them space for the sake of making sure they still talk to him. Bari was shot and a lot of his members, more than he’s comfortable with, got hurt in the accident. No, no one is to blame...not really but he still didn’t like how he had no idea...still has no idea who the Devil member is and who was just a civilian. Whether his kids were going to look at him like he was the devil he just did not care anymore. For the sake of everyone’s safety, he needed to play the bad guy. Again. 

Thus, he went to his son’s apartment. He didn’t find him in the parking lot, nor did he see him at the hospital. There were a few other places he had in mind but right now the first stop his the man’s apartment. Pounding on the door frame, he was half convinced to just kick it in. 

“Christopher Krongold. Let me in. Now!” 

“You’re honestly the best? I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I really needed a friend that night and someone to talk me back up. You did just that and I’m eternally grateful!”