That night, I called in the situation:
civilian interference and property tampering.
Early the next morning,
a federal agent arrived at Lindsey’s door.
Calmly, he informed her she was under investigation
for disrupting an active undercover
operation and that her actions
had caused $25,000 in damages.
Lindsey’s smile vanished
as the weight of her mistake hit her.
Jack quipped, “Maybe next time, don’t play sheriff.”
The agent left her with strict
orders to cooperate with the investigation.
Lindsey’s perfect neighborhood image cracked—
her door barely open, blinds shut,
and her prized rose bushes withering.
And we? We just smiled and walked away,
knowing some welcome
committees are better left uninvited.
