Ezra stalks ahead leaving Stella in her room to meet the police who again came to visit him for God knows what reason. Last time, his lawyer somehow saved him from getting arrested as they all found him the ultimate suspect.
The thought that Ezra, raped and abused Georgina to an extent where she had to jump off from the top floor in everyone's eyes brought bile to his mouth. Georgina was like a sister figure to him and he's two hundred percent sure that even in his drunk state, he is capable of recognizing the figure standing in front of him.
Reaching the front door, he opens to see the accusers standing in front of him. "Ah, I'm so sorry Mr. Knight, for disturbing you late at night. Please do accept my sincere apologies." Says, Ferdinand. The deputy officer of the NYPD.
To others, his words may sound like the sweetest nectar dripping from his mouth but the evil behind his face was clear to Ezra. He knew if Ferdinand somehow proves that Ezra Knight, banged his maid to death then the promotion he would achieve will be huge plus, he might be getting huge stacks of money from the competitors of the business industry.
"Please come in." Ezra says with a tight nod while his face holds a displeasure. He won't even show fake gratitude towards him just to save his ass from the vile man's wrong accusations.
Jones, walks ahead of them to show them the way towards the sitting room, "would you like anything?" he asks the Deputy and his minions. "Perhaps some tea?"
"That would be appreciated." Ferdinand, smiles with teeth on display.
"Anything for you, Sir?" Jones asks him to which he shakes his head in denial.
"Tell Stella, to prepare the beverage," he whispers to him; "and call my lawyer again. Tell him to reach fast."
"Ok, Sir."
Ezra walks further into the room and lights on the furnace fire to warm up the room. Sitting before it he asks, "so, tell me. What's your purpose for visiting?"
Ferdinand asks one of his officers to hand him something, which turns out to be a file making him curious what could be in there. "It's a report of your semen which you gave as a proof."
Ezra, takes it from his hands and opens it up anxiously from inside but calmly from outside, "it's negative. So that means?"
Ferdinand, coyly smiles at him. "It means, you are off the radar Mr. Knight. You had no hand prints on her body and the semen found inside her also isn't yours."
He nods, "I told you before. I'm not the culprit you are targeting."
"To be honest Sir, it can be anything. I have heard you visit to some exotic clubs which promises to give erotic shows."
Ezra's hand fists strongly hearing him and anger starts to rage inside him. "So? What are you trying to imply?"
"All I am saying is, there were two kinds of DNA found in her body. Two different semen by two different persons. It can be that you hired two men to give you an exotic show, perhaps a show which represents a vulnerable weak woman getting fucked by two enormous strong evil man forcefully."
"Shut the fuck up!" He yells. How can they even think something like that?
"It was just an assumption, Mr. Knight. It's a delicate murder case and people like you can do anything to make innocent souls your prey."
"Or lousy officers like you are willing to make the innocents a culprit because we are easy to target and targeting us will give you profit." He spats back.
Ferdinand arches an accusing eyebrow at him, taking his words offending. "Well, that's a severe blame on me and my team Mr. Knight."
"And you blaming me for bringing filthy shows of a sadist in my house even when there's no CCTV footage of it is a very big blame; Deputy!"
Ferdinand, smiles and takes his sweet time to say his next words, "you really think editing the CCTV footage will save you?"
Ezra, looks in confusion at him, "what- what are you saying?"
"The footage was edited, it's been tampered which shows a total one hour gap and what we detected is- Georgina was killed within the time span and we are highly suspicious about you who is behind all this fuss."
Ezra looks speechless at him. No words can explain what he felt right now as currently only one thing comes to mind- whoever edited the video has to be someone who is working closely with him.
Stella was putting on her shirt over her body when suddenly the door opened, making her startled. "What the hell, dude?" She spats at Jones, who had a mockery smile on his face.
This man is slowly starting to make her nerves pound in anger. That fucking smile on his face is dubious and it screams psychopath.
"I didn't know you have a habit of dressing up and keeping the door open for strangers." He says, sarcasm dripping from his mouth but in a way, he was right to mock her as she'd been careless to keep the door unlocked after Ezra, excited.
But where are his fucking manners? "You still should have knocked on the door before coming in straight inside; what if I was in a compromising state?"
Jones, looks down at her body, "I guess I would have liked that."
Her eyes widened hearing him. She opens her mouth to take his little cunning statement into further argument when he instantly turns around to leave the room but pauses at the doorway. "I guess Boss came into this room before me without knocking. Did you react the same way with him or is it just for me you try to play hard?"
Scarlett's face turned red in embarrassment and with anger hearing him, he fucking has no right to say this to him. "Get lost, Jones."
"Oh, I will be glad, I don't wait or chase for pussies; plus, not to mention give in to their playing hard to get game. What I want I always get either from upfront or from rightfully snatching." He steps away announcing, "boss, wants you to make tea for the guests; don't slack."
Her eyes fell on the keys Ezra must have used to enter her room which are still dangling in the key hole. She sighs, the turmoil of what's right and what's wrong is still running like a storm in his mind.
In some way she did feel that Ezra crossed his line by entering her room in her sleeping state but then he wasn't completely wrong as he only saved her from the trauma episode she was going through.
Jones always tries something to get on her nerves but why did she always barefoot from yelling at him and putting a final full stop in his approach? He absolutely creeps her out but if she really wants to put him in his place then she has to talk him out of this or just yell at him and show him his place.
The latter sounds better, but what if he makes her working here even more stressful?