“You’re kidding me, right?” Kimberly Pardus said. “I can’t smell anything.”
John Pardus leant against the wall nursing his left hand and watched the police officer walk up the staircase towards the second floor where the smell of marijuana was strongest. Kimberly, his wife, was shaking her head. The idea of inviting the police back to their home to unload his .22-calibre handgun and make it safe was beginning to sound like a real dumb idea. Soon, he knew, the police officers would find the 46 marijuana plants and a closet full of marijuana trees hanging out to dry.
By Vincent Holland
Inspired by the case of John Pardus – http://news-journalonline.com