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5 Silas Silas met with Noah Madden at his office early the following week. The information he’d shared with his young lawyer aligned with what he’d told the police and Grace. Unfortunately, Troy wasn’t around, so Silas didn’t get to fill his eyes with the boy’s beauty or sniff in the scent of strawberries that clung to him. Silas had the chance to take what he wanted the Friday before, but of course his tiny shred of ethics kept his d**k in his pants. He’d tucked an unconscious Troy into bed, his a*s safe from violation, his lips slacked and untasted. But Silas didn’t share any of that s**t with Noah, because what did it matter? There was no active court case, no charges…Troy was not his attorney. There was no conflict of interest. But he couldn’t help remembering Troy asleep in his