Re: John and Mike
"Yeah, Mom was good at things she knew. Cooking, unfortunately, wasn't one of them. We ate a lot of sandwiches and cold cereal." John chuckled at the memory, mentally poking around for the pain of loss he knew was still there. But, he'd finally started to heal and was surprised to find that pain was quite so debilitating anymore. He shrugged. "She did what she could, you know? Raising a kid on your own isn't easy."
Nodding, John led the way over to Westen's house, stopping long enough to grab a soda on the way. Once inside, he debated the basement or not, but didn't want to presume in someone else's place. The kitchen was private enough for a general conversation unless Westen indicated otherwise. "So, what are we looking for as a result from these charges? Just a diversionary tactic? Destruction of evidence? An offensive maneuver?"