The thing is, in his opinion, anything that helped those needy kids, especially the runaways who ended up on the street because of family dysfunction, had his total sympathy.
“You’ve only been here a short time. How did Ruby organize so quickly?”
“It was a blog post on Social Media that Cassie wrote a while back about street kids. Once Ruby read it, she hooked up with her and explained what they’d set up in San Diego. Cassie loved what Ruby and her friends were doing and had already begun setting the system in place here before we arrived.”
“Why no cops?” He already knew the answer but had to ask.
“They wouldn’t have anything to do with the group if they thought the law was involved. That’s why I don’t flash my badge, make arrests or force the kids to regular hospitals, where they’d have no choice but to call in the police for gunshot wounds. Look, what we do is save them any way we can. I’m just a person who comes to their aid when they’re in the most danger. My training allows me to help them and so I do what I can. No biggie.”
“You’re a real softie, aren’t you? Trying to be the iceberg princess when deep inside, you’re all gooey.”
She huffed her disdain and glared in his direction. “No one who really knows me would ever, in the furthest stretch of their imagination, call me gooey.”