Huck’s expression mellowed a little. “If you had to be told that by her, then you weren’t old enough to actually consent.”

Legally, he was wrong. Morally, he was definitely correct. Laurel nodded. “Did you talk to Dr. Rox about her during your sessions?”

Davie jerked. “How do you know about Dr. Rox?”

“We have your phone records,” Huck said. “Answer the question.”

Davie’s shoulders slumped. “No. I didn’t want Sharon to get in trouble. Plus, I thought we might get back together.” He unfolded his arms. “Now we’ll never get the chance.” He turned to his mother. “I didn’t kill her, Mom. I really didn’t.”

“I know, honey.” She reached in and hugged him. “I do.”

Laurel watched the interplay.

He turned her way. “How did you find out about me and Sharon?”

“She took pictures,” Laurel said gently.

Davie frowned. “Pictures? When?”

“When you were together in her bedroom,” Huck said.

Davie’s jaw dropped. “There were sex pictures?” Panic had his eyes widening. “Mom, I didn’t know. I swear.”

“It’s true,” Laurel said quickly. “She took pictures of herself having sex with other people who were also unaware of the camera.”

Taylor slipped an arm over her son’s shoulders, fire flashing across her high cheekbones. “I want those pictures destroyed.”

“They will be after we finish this case,” Huck said. “Why did you lie about not recognizing Dr. Rox when you were shown a picture of her?”

Davie’s chin dropped. “I was embarrassed and didn’t want you all to think I was crazy.”

Laurel’s heart hurt for him. “It’s smart to seek help if you need it. How did you start seeing Dr. Rox?”

Davie leaned into his mom’s side. “I got really angry at one of my teachers after he gave me a C on a paper, and he recommended I see Dr. Rox. She helped me with my anger, and I liked her. A lot.”

Laurel watched his facial expressions.

Huck sat back, looking less intimidating. “Did you talk to Dr. Rox about Dr. Caine kicking you out of her study?”

It was smart he was using their titles.

Davie nodded.

“Tell us about that anger, Davie,” Laurel said.

He looked like a lost kid for a moment. “Dr. Caine made me feel important. Like she couldn’t do her study without me, and then she asked me all about myself. My feelings. What I was afraid of and what I hoped to have. Who I loved, who I hated, and why. She would describe different scenarios, and I’d tell her how I’d react. Then she’d give me a vitamin shot or a drink, we’d watch clips of movies or shows, usually action ones, and then she’d ask me how I felt. We’d talk about what I truly wanted deep down, where the real me lives.”

“Vitamin shots?” Huck asked.

“Yeah,” Davie said.