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Everything.
It’s been sending Will everything.
“Will Hewitt is the only other person who’s had the ability to install apps on this phone?” Elliot’s voice is meant to be gentle, but it’s a sledgehammer. My chest collapses into a black hole. My heart follows it. I can’t speak, so I answer him with a nod.
He takes his phone from the front pocket of his shirt, swipes it with a harsh movement, and dials. It’s like I no longer exist. “I need a team and I need a search warrant,” Elliot says urgently.“Now.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
ELLIOT
Itake Isobel with me and a full SWAT team. My blood ran cold at the sight of that tracker on Avery Capulet’s phone. It’s evidence, clear-cut as I’ve ever seen. Maybe not evidence that he’s involved in her kidnapping, but it’s not that hard to connect the two in my mind.
It’s almost impossible to play it cool. Isobel’s the one who has to slap my arm and tell me to chill the fuck out on the way over.
Will’s just getting home when we blaze up the street in a convoy of cars. It’s not quite as many as we used for the rescue mission, but it’s enough. Five cop cars. Ten people on the team. Sirens off, so he doesn’t hear us approaching and make a run for it.
He steps out of his own car in the driveway, face pale.
“Howdy, officers,” he calls. “Something I can help you with?”
“Clear around back,” Isobel calls, and two teams split off to take care of the backyard. “I’ve got point on the front of the house.”
I’m the one who gets to deal with the man himself. Will stands there with his arms crossed, back straight, jaw in a defiant smirk. It’s only his pallid complexion that gives him away. If there’s corroborating evidence inside this will be a home run. I stride across the front lawn to the echoing shouts ofclear, copy, clearfrom the back. Isobel waits at the front door.
“We have a warrant signed by the sheriff to search the premises for evidence of illegal wiretapping.” I take the folded warrant from my pocket and present it to him.
Will’s mouth twists into a defiant grin as he snatches the folded warrant. “I think you’ve got me confused with someone else, detective. I’ve done plenty of things with Avery Capulet, but wiretapping isn’t one of them.”
I stare at him. I can’t help it. It’s not professional, but then again, it’s been a long time since someone walked so neatly and cooperatively into a confession. He hasn’t even unfolded the warrant yet, much less read the damn thing.
“I never mentioned her name,” I smile. It’s almost too easy. “Thanks for that.”
“I just assumed that’s who you’re here about.” Will falters, then tries again. “I can’t imagine there’s someone else who has accused me of wiretapping.” He lets out a thin laugh. “Could have used a friendly warning, McRae. I’d have cleaned up for your people.”
It’s all bluff and bluster. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Isobel testing the doorknob, then stepping back to kick it in. Will holds his keys up wordlessly, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “I’d have given her the key if she’d asked nicely,” he mutters.
“She doesn’t ask nicely,” I reply. “She prefers kicking doors down, truth be told.”
We both watch as Isobel enters Will’s house, surrounded by several SWAT officers. I’m left out here, standing with Will. One of the teams from the back jogs around and flanks me on either side. This asshole isn’t going anywhere in a hurry.
Will’s eyes leave mine to race the outside of his own house. I wonder what he’s thinking in an abstract sort of way, just to pass the time. Installing spyware on anyone’s phone is a risky proposition. Installing spyware on a phone that he specifically provided to Avery Capulet looks even worse. I’m itching to arrest him, but I’ll wait. I’ll follow protocol. Let Isobel execute the search warrant. It’s the right thing to do.
My walkie-talkie crackles to life on the front of my vest.
“McRae?”
“I copy.”
Will shifts, but so do the rest of my guys. They’re not going to let him sprint away down the street. Will seems to know it. He’s taking guilty glances at the street, the driveway, the car.
A wave of static comes next. “—evidence on the laptop.”
“Say again, Isobel?”
