Heath Hale walked up to the reception room door and knocked, drawing the attention of everyone inside.
The officers, who had been trying to placate the crowd, looked at Heath Hale with expressions pleading for help. "Coach Hale!"
"Who's that? Your boss?" a woman, who was tearfully clutching a young officer's arm, noticed the surprise in their voices. Her eyes darted around as she asked.
The officer nodded, then shook his head and explained, "Coach Hale was sent by the higher-ups to help with the case. So, I guess you could say he's our boss."
'Sent by the higher-ups?'
'Does that mean he's more important than the local police, that he has more authority?'
'Does that mean we might actually get our money back?'
"Sir! Sir, you have to help us! It's so hard for ordinary people like us to save a little money, and it was all taken in one fell swoop! How are we supposed to go on living?"
