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It was after the holidays, before his birthday. It didn't matter. Charlie would leave treats and trinkets on his bedside table, sometimes books Charlie thought he should read. He looked at the file. He recognized the case numbering for the New York field office.
He opened it and recognized the picture. It was all there, investigation, math, arrest, a victim statement; some kid with dark features and haunted eyes; multiple convictions.
Charlie climbed into bed next to him.
"I told you, I will protect you with all resources at my disposal."
Ian put his face in his hands and wept.