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“What?!” Martine cried.
“That includes his computer and safe, right?” I asked, linking my hands behind my head and enjoying the show. Martine looked ready to jump out of his skin.
“It does,” Clay confirmed.
“I want my lawyer,” Martine demanded.
“I’m a lawyer,” Arthur said. “And I wouldn’t be able to help you once the warrant has been served.”
The other cops moved into the room, standing with their arms crossed in different corners.
“Please stand from your desk,” Clay said to Martine.
His mouth twisted in fury as he slowly stood up, glaring at me.
“I’m going to need password access to your computer,” Clay said. “And your safe.”
“Make me,” Martine growled through gritted teeth.
Clay grabbed his arms behind his back and threw him down chest first onto his desk like a ragdoll.
“What the hell?” Martine cried.
Clay grasped his wrists and cuffed him. “You are going to comply or I’ll have you on resisting arrest and interfering with a police investigation.”
“Don’t forget there’ll be a media storm outside the manor,” I said.
Sawyer aimed his phone at Martine, recording everything. “Just give me the word, and this shit goes viral.”
“Now, either you’re going to give us your passwords to your computer and safe,” Clay said into his ear. “Or, we’re taking both down to the station for forensics to search.”
“No one uses passwords anymore,” Saint chimed in. “Everything’s facial recognition.”
“Great,” I said, standing and rounding Martine’s desk. “Let’s make this easy on you.” I yanked Martine over to the screen that awoke once his face was in view. He fought to turn his face away, but I braced his head on both sides and held it there long enough for the screen to open to all of his apps. “Now the safe.” I moved to a portrait on the wall and pulled it so it swung open like a door. My father’s safe was still there, only now Martine used it.
“I got it, Seren,” Clay said before pushing Martine toward it.
Martine dragged his feet, but the other cops moved to him, carrying him by the arms to it. Despite his attempts to move his face away, Clay did what I did and held Martine’s face in front of it until it unlocked and the door clicked open.
Someone cleared their throat in the doorway.
All eyes moved to Grace standing there looking like the vision that she was. My eyes cut to Martine. The color drained from his face.
“Yes, Martine. She had quite the story to tell,” I said to him before looking to Clay. “Keep him away from Grace and bring him in the hallway.”
Clay motioned to the other officers who dragged Martine toward the doorway.
“You won’t find anything!” Martine cried.
“You might want to stick around for this, Arthur,” I said as Grace moved into the office and far away from Martine who was escorted out.
“Allow me,” Saint said, moving behind Martine’s desk. He sat in Martine’s chair and began going through the apps.
“Since when do you know about this stuff?” I asked.
“You think Dad was the only one good with this shit?” Saint said.
“He sent Grace away on the eighth. We need video footage from that day in the kitchen,” I explained to Saint.
