Christoper Cooper nodded, extending his hand.
"Give me the keys. You can take a taxi back!"
The driver handed him the keys. As Christoper Cooper walked to the car, he saw Kris Cooper from a distance, standing beside it and repeatedly pounding the window with his fists.
Unlocking the car with the key, Christoper Cooper walked over and opened the driver's door.
"Get in!"
Kris Cooper stopped, opened the rear door, seated himself in the back seat, and slammed the door.
Christoper Cooper started the car and drove out of the detention center gates.
Neither father nor son spoke a word during the entire drive. Christoper Cooper drove all the way to their suburban villa, parked the car, and then went to open the main gate.
Kris stepped out of the car, followed his father in, and headed straight for the liquor cabinet. He grabbed a glass, poured himself a drink, and downed it in one gulp.
