"We'll look into them. I bet there's an angle. If they're gay bashers who can't handle being parents, they've probably pissed a few people off." It shouldn't be too hard to piss them off. He already had several angles to take this in his head. They wanted to accuse his friend of being a pedo? Oh, they'd fucking rue the day.

"Okay, Holden, you're gonna go home and fucking breathe. You're gonna hug your kid, fuck your boyfriend, I don't care. And then tomorrow, you get me confirmation that you can get letters from his therapist, teachers, his fucking priest for all I care. Just letters that reflect that Gideon is doing better, he's less damaged but definitely damaged by those fucks."

And that was the main thing that they needed from Holden. For now. "Kian will get us our cop, I'm going to dig on the parents and start working up some paths to take. This is the easy part. We gather, we plan." The most boring part. "When is the custody hearing?"