“I’ll call Marty, he’ll be able to help us get you a UK lawyer.” “You don’t have to do that. I can handle this myself. I don’t want you to spend more money on—” “Son, don’t you understand?” his father interrupts. “We’d spend every last penny we have to help you.” More tears well as Ryan collects himself. “Okay. Well, please tell Mom I’m okay,” he says. “She shouldn’t worry.” There’s another long silence. “After I call Marty, Mom and I will get on the next flight out. Where are they holding you?”
