At the same time, Mr. Cambridge said, ‘Not without a search warrant you won’t!’

Alyssa shrugged, not surprised by the response. ‘No problem. We can do that. Maybe even impound it if we feel it was used in connection with a crime.’

Between her steady gaze and Cord’s, Beau began shuffling his feet, but all he said was, ‘I didn’t commit no crime.’

‘What did you do, and who were you with after you left Ms. Andrews?’ Cord asked.

The way he perked up, preening at Cord’s question told Alyssa what Beau was going to say before it ever left his mouth. He was with another girl.

‘I had company. Here. All night. In my room. Do you want pictures?’

The glow from Mr. Cambridge’s face was bright enough to guide a ship home. Unfortunately, he was the wrong port. On the other side of the room, Mrs. Cambridge blushed.

‘We don’t need pictures, thank you,’ Alyssa said, pretending she’d taken his question at face value. ‘However, we will need the girl’s name and contact information.’

Another smirk crossed his face, and this time, Alyssa’s palm itched to slap it off.

‘I don’t have her contact info,’ Beau said now. ‘She wasn’t good enough for me to get it.’ He chuckled as his dad snickered, and Alyssa felt the temper that had been simmering just below the surface begin to boil.

Beau continued. ‘This bitch was hitting on me, and when she told me what she wanted to do, I had her follow me home. We didn’t exchange names.’

‘What time did she leave?’ Cord asked, controlled fury in his voice.

Beau’s shoulders lifted and dropped. ‘Maybe two, three in the morning. When we finished, she didn’t seem to want to hang around, and I didn’t ask her to. Already got what I wanted and didn’t need a repeat. Like I said, she wasn’t all that good, and definitely not worth more of my time.’ He actually winked at Cord, and Mr. Cambridge laughed out loud, laughing harder as Mrs. Cambridge finally decided she’d heard enough, turning on her expensive high heels and stalking out of the room and down the hall, where a door closed loudly enough to indicate anger and disgust, but not so much that it would be considered to be slammed.

A second later Cord decided he was done playing nice.

To Alyssa’s shock, her partner lost his composure, and in two quick steps, he was across the floor and in Beau’s face, and when Mr. Cambridge moved to intercept him, Cord’s right hand shot out to stop him in his tracks. Never taking his eyes from the boy in front of him, he growled between gritted teeth. ‘If you did something to Ms. Andrews, we will find out, and when we do, we’ll see how arrogant you are when we toss you in jail. Maybe see how you like being someone else’s b—’

Alyssa stepped in and laid a hand on her partner’s arm, stopping him from saying what was on the tip of his tongue, not only because it was condescending and sexist in its own right, but because she was afraid he might actually punch Beau in the face. Not that he didn’t deserve it.