I blinked, trying to piece together what on earth they could mean. The man on the left, a tall fellow with a stern face, flipped open a badge. “We’re with Family Services,” he announced, as if that explained everything.
“Family Services?” I repeated, bewilderment clear in my voice. “I was just trying to help.”
The man on the right, slightly shorter and with an air of impatience, crossed his arms. “Mr. Harris, the woman you assisted is involved in an ongoing investigation. She’s been on the run with her child, and your involvement may have complicated matters.”
