Al Capone, tax evasion. Flout the police, flout the FBI, just don't flout the IRS.
No, it didn't worry me that they might scold me. For one thing, talking to the dispatcher, I started crying. Not intentionally but because I was so certain something bad had happened to my volunteer. She was disabled and on medical retirement, so she worked 3 volunteer shifts a week and I knew her pretty well. I knew she'd never blow off her shift. And I knew about her medical condition, too, since she didn't want me to accept her as a volunteer without knowing about it. I knew the dispatcher was convinced something was wrong.
And I already had my next option in mind when I called the police. If they didn't go over there, I was going to go over there myself and break in. I was absolutely certain she was at home and unable to communicate or she would have let us know not to expect her that day.
Better the police do it than me, but if I had to, I would.
And if my second option hadn't worked, then I would have called her son's PD and have them track him down to help check on his mother.
And if my third option didn't work, I don't know what I would have done but I trust I would have been suitably inspired at that point.