Chapter 8

“Ignorance of the law is no excuse. I need to see the child in question.”

“That isn’t going to happen. At least not until I’ve talked to my lawyer. I don’t know who you think you are, but you can’t just come to someone’s house making outrageous demands.”

“I can come back and bring the police with me,” Hewell said.

“We’ll see about that,” Chris said. He sat in one of the chairs on the stoop and opened his cell phone. “I’m going to put this on the speaker, so you can hear both sides of the conversation.”

He dialed a number.

“Sheriff’s office,” a female voice said.

“Captain George Martin, please,” Chris said. “One moment, please.” There was a pause, and they heard, “Martin.”

“Hi, George. Chris Bottoms here.”

“Hi, yourself, and what can I do for you, Chris?”