“Don’t worry, they’re way too shallow and self-absorbed to figure anything out” Adele laughed.

At the center Monique was busy going through her current case file when Oscar walked in and placed a folder on top of the pile she was working on.

“This is important” Oscar said as he half sat on a corner of her desk “the kid’s waiting outside with his escort.” he added.

“Isn’t there someone else you can hand this to” Monique pleaded with him but then opened the file.  “I can’t take this, this is Juve case.”

“We have no choice” Oscar shook his head “Juve doesn’t want him.”

“Why not” Monique asked as she looked back at his file and her eyes narrowed on a notation at the bottom of the file.

“He’s HIV positive and the whole political paranoia bullshit brought him here, we’re his only hope” Oscar had a soft spot for the boy.

“Fine” Monique gave in to the tugging of her heart strings.

“Thank you.  Don’t worry there will be a police escort here with you at all times just in case he becomes a handful” Oscar quickly added after seeing Monique’s look of concern “not that he would be.”

“Fucking political bullshit” Monique shook her head as Oscar stood up.

“I owe you one” Oscar looked at her and smiled “you’re the best” he said then turned around to let the boy and his escort in.  “Monique this Detective Duffy” he introduced when they entered the office.  “And this is Oliver” a teenage boy who looked between seventeen and nineteen entered her office.  Duffy pointed to a chair and Oliver with his head lowered sat down.

“Don’t worry Oli no one will hurt you here” Duffy smiled at the quiet teen.

“Hi Oli” Monique greeted using his nickname.  “I’m Monique.”

Oliver quietly sat in the chair and gave a weak wave.

“Okay I’ll take it from here” Monique Oliver to speak freely with her and felt that the other two would create an intimidating presence.  Oscar turned to leave and Duffy stepped up to her Oliver and patted his shoulder.

“You know how to get a hold of me if you need anything” Duffy told Oliver then she turned to Monique and handed her a business card, “my contact information, in case you have any problems.  There’ll be uniform outside your door.”