“What are you talking about? And what are you doing with my computer?” Autumn asked.
“Confiscating it,” Derrick replied. “I need your phone, too.”
She planted her hands on her hips, angry. “Why? There’s nothing on there that’s illegal.”
“It’s procedure in a kidnapping case to review everything and everyone that might be connected to the missing child.” He took secret pleasure in the discomfort on her face. “Now, your phone?”
Her hand shook as she clutched it to her chest. “You can’t take that. It’s the latest iPhone.”
He bit back a chuckle at her entitled attitude, then removed the warrant from his pocket and handed it to her. “This says I can.”
She blinked rapidly, then skimmed the warrant, and clamped her mouth shut.
“I need to call a lawyer.”
“Do you?” he gave her a questioning look. “Because if you don’t have anything to hide and want to help us find your boyfriend’s little girl, you should be eager to cooperate.”
She bit her lip. “I’m not hiding anything,” she said. “But this is a violation of my rights.”
He ignored her, then held out his hand for the phone. “You’ll get it back when we’re finished. Now I’d appreciate it if you’d come with me.”
Fear flitted through her eyes. “Do I have to?”
“You can come willingly or I can arrest you,” he said. “Either way, you’re coming.”
She stared at him for a long minute, then huffed and stood. “At least let me collect my things and tell the desk so I can reschedule my spa treatments.” She paused, hands on her hips. “And if they charge me extra, then it’s coming out of your pocket.”
Derrick bit back a curse. For God’s sake, she was so selfish he wanted to lock her up for just being a bad human. If she had something to do with Ava’s disappearance, he’d make sure the only massage she’d be receiving in the near future would be from a cell mate.