Chapter 3

//THIRD PERSON'S P. O. V//

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." — Hamlet (Act I, Scene V)

Klein was there to pick Xavier up the next day at 8. He stood near the door, pressing a button on device adhered to the wall. This sent the signal directly to the CEO's room, who had just gotten ready. He used the lift, and came down to the ground floor as he swung open the front door, letting himself out of his penthouse.

Jase's jaw almost hit the floor. Xavier's hair looked like he was fresh out of the shower — unruly, and tousled. His almond brown hair was wet, and a few drops of water trickled down from his moist hair, to his scarlett lips. He darted his tongue out to his lips, licking away the water droplets which had just fallen on them. That gesture almost made Klein lose his shit. Why was that so hot?

He was again dressed in a black suit, but it wasn't the same as yesterday's. The previous day's one was rather matte, but today's was shiny. He quickly ran a hand through his hair, slicking it backwards as the other hand fixed his black tie. He was wearing an arrow shaped breach, which was pinned to the lapel. He straightened out his suit, as he looked up at Klein, whose eyes racked over his body.

"I have work to attend to later, Klein. I shall have my people send you a photo." His powder blue eyes was boring into the hazel ones, and Jase averted his gaze. Without another word, they got inside the car. Winters pulled out a cigarette packet and a lighter from his breast pocket, as he stuck the cigarette in between his lips, lighting it and then, tucking the lighter and the remaining packet back in his breast pocket.

Soon, they were in front of the police station when Winter helped himself out of the car, with Klein following him closely behind. He was still smoking, and the three other detectives ushered him in the inquiry room, whereas one of them held Jase back to talk about something.

Xavier had sat himself on the chair, facing the other detectives when Klein and the others entered shortly after. He crossed his leg over the other, pulling out another cigarette to smoke, as he had thrown the first one after he got out of the car. The three officers, including Klein, sat themselves on chairs facing the CEO.

"This is a no smoking area, Mr. Winter." Walsh spoke, as Xavier smirked at the man, not even making an effort to dump his half finished cigarette. Klein sighed.

"Where were you when your wife was murdered?" Klein asked him, giving Winter a hard stare.

"I wasn't at home. I found her body when I returned home at 2. That's when I called the cops, Mr. Klein." He replied rather easily, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

"What were you doing outside home during 2 at night?" Klein questioned, also jotting down the answers he provided.

"Should I be worried that you wonder how I spend my nights, Jase?" He replied, his voice husky and seductive. He inched closer to the intended officer, eyeing him as a predator eyes his prey before going out with the ambush attack. His eyes glimmered mysteriously while Jase coughed.

"Whatever. I was at a bar. And before you ask me what I was doing, let me answer that for you. I was fucking someone." He blatantly added, as the three officers stared at him in disbelief.

"Can I get a name?" Jase questioned, his tone low and hesitant. Who did he even get stuck with? He wanted out of this case now.

"She was a hooker. Don't know the name." His hand went down to his thigh, as it slid inside the front pocket. Klein coughed again. He was squirming beneath his seat.

"You write books under a pen name : Alexander Summer. Your book "The Criminal" describes a murder in the same way your wife was murdered. Confess your crime already, Xavier." Klein looked challenging at Winter, who smirked at him, tilting his head back.

"Now, why would I murder someone the same way as it is described in my book?" He gave him a lop sided grin, as the room fell silent.