Killam was going to murder the man. Skin him alive.
He closed his eyes and took a breath.
No, he wouldn't do any of that, but he damn well wanted to.
Ivy crawled off the bed. "I need to get started on his phone."
"Do that." Killam gave himself a mental shake, then reached for Jabby's pants.
This was going down as one of the stranger things he'd ever done in the name of the job, that was for sure.
Killam left Jabby's underwear on, then rolled him under the blankets.
Lipstick was smeared on one pillow.
There was one high heel poking out from under the bed. Its companion was by the door.
Ivy stood with her back to him, two phones in hand.
"I'm going to need to do a fingerprint scan, too," she said.
"Do I want to know where you were hiding that?" Killam knew phones were contraband outside of the women's wing, and he hadn't seen it on her all night.
"Modified thigh holster. Duh."
He chuckled and shook his head.