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. You re too hard on yourself,you know that? Yep.45 SUGAR STRANDS Don t you think you ought to loosen up? Why, do you? Maybe. Oh, right.So not only am I infuriating andirritating, I m a tight-arse.Great if some guywinds up with me and likes a tight hole, but&You know what, you have the most charming wayof saying things. As do you. So, what next? We go back to the station and find out wherethe victim  Louise. The victim worked.Then we go from there. Why don t you ever call them by theirnames? Oliver looked across at him, noting hisfirm jaw, the way a muscle flicked beneath his skin. Because then it becomes personal.I don t dopersonal. Ain t that the truth, Oliver muttered.Langham glanced at him then returned hisattention to the road. You got something youneed to say? Nope.46 SARAH MASTERS Oh, right.I could have sworn you did. Nope.Langham smiled and drew to a stop at a redlight. Listen, you know I care about you, don tyou?He d never said it outright before, and Olivertook a few seconds to digest what he d said.Hecould mean anything: that he cared for him as afriend, a colleague. Yes. And friends confide in one another, don tthey? Yes. So if you ever need to confide  Yep, I know. Good, just so you do.They spent the remainder of the journey insilence, Oliver fighting the urge to have a tantrum.It was insane, wasn t it? To have a fit becauseLangham thought of him as just a friend? Justbecause he wanted more, because he d stupidlyallowed himself to grow attached to him in the lastsix months, it didn t mean& Didn t mean shit.As soon as the car drew to a stop, Oliver hauledarse, striding toward the station with purpose.47 SUGAR STRANDSHe d help solve this case then inspect his feelingslater.This wasn t the time to get all worked up oversomething he couldn t change.He had a job to do,and as soon as Louise contacted him again, they dneed to be ready.He shoved the door open andmade his way toward Langham s office, knowingthe detective wouldn t be far behind.There, heslumped into Langham s chair and plonked his feeton the desk, crossing his legs at the ankles.Hishead itched, and he snatched off his hat, tossing itacross the room and watching it fall to the floor.Langham walked in and eyed him from thedoorway. Why do you always insist on doingthat? Doing what? he asked, pretending to pick ata 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 scootedthe chair across the room, picking up his hat sohe had something to occupy his hands.Langhamwas suddenly too close.Being in the room withhim, his presence overwhelming, his scent doing48 SARAH MASTERSthings to Oliver it shouldn t be doing.Like makinghim wish he stood in his arms, breathing it inwith his head resting on his shoulder.He s sweet, I ll give you that.Oliver sat upright, startled Louise haddecided to contact him now. Hey, Louise.You allright? He noted Langham s raised eyebrows andput a finger to his lips so he d remain quiet.I m okay. So, we went to PrivoLabs and found out youdidn t work there.You want to tell me where youdid work? Oliver closed his eyes, bouncing hisheels on the floor and hoping for a positive answer.He said I know, love, but it doesn t matter what youtell 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 elseto go.We ve moved them both to a securelocation.He won t find them.Oh, God.49 SUGAR STRANDS That s all right.You re welcome. He couldn thelp his sarcasm.He ll know she has him. It s okay.Don t worry about that.So, do youthink you can tell me what you know?I d been filing and a piece of paper fell out.Ishouldn t have looked, should have just put itback inside the file, but I held about three andwasn t sure which one it came from.So I read itand saw&Oliver waited a few beats [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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