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right. I could have sworn you did.”
    “Nope.”
    Langham smiled and drew to a stop at a red light. “Listen, you know I care about you, don’t you?”
    He’d never said it outright before, and Oliver took a few seconds to digest what he’d said. He could mean anything—that he cared for him as a friend, a colleague. “Yes.”
    “And friends confide in one another, don’t they?”
    “Yes.”
    “So if you ever need to confide—”
    “Yep, I know.”
    “Good, just so you do.”
    They spent the remainder of the journey in silence, Oliver fighting the urge to have a tantrum. It was insane, wasn’t it? To have a fit because Langham thought of him as just a friend? Just because Oliver wanted more, because he’d stupidly allowed himself to grow attached to him in the last six months, it didn’t mean… Didn’t mean shit.
    As soon as the car drew to a stop, Oliver hauled arse, striding towards the station with purpose. He’d help solve this case then inspect his feelings later. This wasn’t the time to get all worked up over something he couldn’t change. He had a job to do, and as soon as Louise contacted him again, they’d need to be ready. He shoved the door open then made his way towards Langham’s office, knowing the detective wouldn’t be far behind. There, he slumped into Langham’s chair and plonked his feet on the desk, crossing his legs at the ankles. His head itched, and he snatched off his hat, tossing it across the room and watching it fall to the floor.
    Langham walked in and eyed him from the doorway. “Why do you always insist on doing that?”
    “Doing what?” he asked, pretending to pick at a hangnail.
    “Sitting in my chair with your feet on my desk. Look, you’re scrunching my papers.”
    “Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed. Sorry about that.”
    Oliver planted his feet on the floor and scooted the chair across the room, picking up his hat so he had something to occupy his hands. Langham was suddenly too close. Being in the room with him, his presence overwhelming, his scent doing things to Oliver it shouldn’t be doing. Like making him wish he was in his arms, breathing it in with his head resting on Langham’s shoulder.
    “He’s sweet, I’ll give you that.”
    Oliver sat upright, startled that Louise had decided to contact him now. “Hey, Louise. You all right?” He noted Langham’s raised eyebrows and put a finger to his lips so he’d remain quiet.
    “I’m okay.”
    “So, we went to PrivoLabs and found out you didn’t work there. You want to tell me where you did work?” Oliver closed his eyes, bouncing his heels on the floor and hoping for a positive answer.
    “He said—”
    “I know, love, but it doesn’t matter what you tell me now. Your son is safe.”
    “He is?”
    “Yes. He’s living with your mother.”
    “My mother? Oh no…not her…”
    “What’s up with that? You two not get along? She’s all your son has now, he has nowhere else to go. We’ve moved them both to a secure location. He won’t find them.”
    “Oh, God.”
    “That’s all right. You’re welcome.” He couldn’t help his sarcasm.
    “He’ll know she has him.”
    “It’s okay. Don’t worry about that. He won’t find them. So, do you think you can tell me what you know?”
    “I’d been filing and a piece of paper fell out. I shouldn’t have looked, should have just put it back inside the file, but I held about three and wasn’t sure which one it came from. So I read it and saw…”
    Oliver waited a few beats. Louise didn’t continue, so he prompted, “Saw…?”
    “They’re doing experiments.”
    “Who are?”
    “PrivoLabs.”
    “Yep, that’s what they do, right?”
    “Yes, but these ones… What I read were notes. They probably weren’t even meant to be in the file. Handwritten. Doodles.”
    “So what are they doing? What tests are they?”
    “They’re drugging children. Older youths.”
    Oliver jumped up from the chair and began to pace. Langham grabbed a