Wesley nodded. "As soon as I can figure out their identities. But I have more information on the date, time, and location he must have been around if the doctor was the closest for them. I can ask around to find out more information. I'd be able to do it perhaps today or tomorrow if your son would speak, but he refuses."

Harry turned to Noah. "You tell 'im what happened."

But Noah folded his arms. "You just told me to shut up..." he said victoriously.

Wesley shrugged. "He can just stay there until he talks. I will do my investigating without him."

"Fine!" said Harry. He turned to Noah. "If you got any brains, you'll talk!"

Noah raised his middle finger.

"Be glad you're safe behind bars!" And with that, Harry marched out of the office.

Wesley waved with a smile then looked to Noah. "Well aren't you proud of yourself? Now even your father is happy to see you rot in here. Getting your way must taste so sweet."

"Go fuck yourself!" Noah said, and he sat back down on the bed again.

Wesley chuckled. "You want me to do that right here and now? Are you sure you aren't just denying something about yourself?"

Ugh! Why was this guy so annoying!? "Well, I figured you might, since Crane isn't around." Where was he?

Wesley put his face in his hand. "So you are unable to be friends with someone unless you fuck them, is that how you think?"

"No... But when they're girls I fuck them!"