While he firmly believed that they both were insane, Sam did not intend on terrorizing their belongings. He didn't invite them to come here to be horrible to them. Sam only wanted to clear the air and be done with it before it got awful. Fighting off the look of pure disbelief at how serious they appeared to be, Sam offered the boy a rather solemn nod before he picked the items from his hands and began to examine them. Two children, along with an older man. A father and his sons, he presumed. Fingers sliding along the worn edges of the pictures, Sam flipped through them slowly. He didn't visually appear to recognize anything that he was looking at, so when he was through he offered the pictures back to the boy.
"They're very nice," he told him, "but I don't know who any of those people are."
Sam looked back to Mary, brows rising curiously. "Are you certain that you haven't got the wrong man? You do realize that this city has earned a bit of a reputation for dragging in people with the same faces, don't you? I imagine I've seen more duplicates than I can count on one hand by now."
He had no doubt that these two were missing someone. Otherwise he'd be hunting Kennedy down shortly, demanding an explanation as to why she thought it would be amusing to hire people to harass him. The idea of a joke being played like this one was terrible. Yet, it was Kennedy. She could be annoyingly mischievous.