Looking at the lawyer, whose eyes and demeanor had undergone a dramatic change, Dean's eyes narrowed slightly.
What does he mean, "stepped over the line"? He wasn't foolish enough to think the lawyer was referring to his unauthorized questioning. The man's tone sounded more like an accusation of him taking credit or messing things up. FBI? Homeland Security? Or some other disorganized department?
Seeing that Dean was just sizing him up without speaking, the young lawyer sighed. He pulled out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his suit lining and put them on, which added a touch of gentleness and scholarly elegance to his stern face. He then said in a deep voice, "Detective Dean, let's get formally acquainted. I am Yehui Huang, an agent with the Special Activities Division, Unit X of the FBI, currently overseeing a confidential case involving interstate crime by Chinese gangs."
