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One of the little girls had cried as she told her lovely auntie about the old mans' hands and how he had hurt her, her hands pushing over her skirts as if to protect her lap as she spoke. The other girls had told of the bulge when he kissed them on his lap and the weird way he liked to put his hands around their chests under their arms and squeeze but only the one little girl actually told them he had… touched her… and it felt yucky.
Ianto was so angry he knew he would cause damage so he left it to the younger generation, Curt's roars of anger once told enough to let him know that the village was in good hands. He retreated to the hot tub where he sat in the hot water sewing on things… literally. Gods, he was so mad at not knowing this was happening right under his nose… in his own village. Middle of a pandemic and one of the old farts turns predator on them. What the hell. In one of HIS fucking houses!
Jack slid into the water and groaned with delight at the heat, Ianto not usually one to have it at the Captain's preferred het. Told him how angry the man was "Tiger, did you turn the temperature up for me or is this pure anger causing the boiling?"
Ianto glared at him, no mood for humour here.
Jack slid around "Hey. It's OK. She is only seven and you of all people know that she will be OK if treated correctly. Hey… award winning child psychologist right here that might be able to hep her deal with her feelings and thoughts on this, help her get over it right? Hobbit and his wife will make sure she is OK, already on the phone with the numbers we gave them for their own counselling."
"I didn't see it."
"No lover, me neither. Look at me … ex cop. Gwen lives three doors down… how do you think she feels? Anwen will be getting interrogated like she is a murder suspect right now. I mean… the old prick is what… ninety? Ninety one? Holy shit, can he even get it up?"
"Doesn't have to. A pedophile is after the rush of power.. control… seeing fear and confusion feeds them as much as physical touch. It was never about sex… all about power." Ianto sighed, letting his head fall back "I do not believe this."
"He used to go to the big smoke each week to visit his grandson's family. They have three kids under the age of ten. He slept over, sometimes with one in the bed. The little girl. Apparently she has been a sulky little thing but since lockdown started has started to blossom. No visits to look un-forward to… poor little thing is finally starting to realize he is not coming each week to touch her in the dark. The conversation with the grandson was… rushed. Apparently… he is in shock now. The man you sent to interview the lids… told them everything and now he wants to know if he can get a pass to come in and visit his grandfather."
"I bet he does" Ianto huffed "What did you tell him?"
"Sorry. Pandemic, no one in or out… unless it's to bury them." Jack said as he let his head fall back to look up at the Christmas lights still under the eaves still "So… I am leaving it to them now."
Them.
The sound of the stilettos entering the house must be like gunshots.
He wants a little girl to sit in his lap?
Well… time to get what he deserves.