Bishop waved it off.
“Honey, she was seeing a doctor and didn’t likely want anyone to know. That’s probably it.”
He immediately calmed down.
Once more, that fear of what Jo had told him about his wife disappearing, appeared again, but Bishop was right. She’d just wanted some privacy to handle her mental health.
He got that.
“What are you going to do?” Lucian asked.
Well, that was the big question.
Bishop needed this phone.
Mostly, it was to see if there was anything in it tied to the doctor. Yes, she knew they were doing battle on a psychological front with whatever this guy was, but she also needed to build a case.
So, that meant evidence.
It wasn’t like she could go to the doctor and beat it out of him if Wynter was a patient. Honor said the man wouldn’t play ball before without a warrant.
That would take time, and it was late at night.
Then, it hit her.
It was a macabre plan, but it would work.
“Can I take her phone?” she asked, formulating her plan. “I can get a warrant to access it. If she told you in her dream to go into her purse, and her phone was there, maybe that will give us something.”
He nodded.
“Sure.”
Well, then, she had a way to circumnavigate a warrant in this case. She’d take it right to the source.
Putting the phone in her pocket, tomorrow, she’d take it to work, or better yet, the morgue.
They couldn’t use a facial ID to open it, since Wynter had done a number on her head, BUT…they had her fingers.
She’d ask Bodhi to open it.
Or she’d sneak her ass in and do it without him knowing.
Oh, how the mighty law-abiding cops had fallen on this one.
For.
Sure.
“I need to go talk to the family about what we just found out about the doctor. Do you have Ridge?” she asked, knowing he absolutely did.
Her man was holding him like a lover would.
Oh, yeah, there was going to be a conversation at the soonest moment they were alone.
The sexy pirate could bet his ass on that.
Lucian nodded.