The Billionaire Professor 2 (2015)

Chapter 4




So much for my persona as a macho fellow with no feelings. If it weren’t enough that I immediately felt a stab of . . . I’m not sure what it was whenever I saw Jazmin . . . I was now beginning to feel concern about the speed and direction of the police investigation into the death and theft.

Even though I was temporarily free, I still had to answer to a host of questions from the police. They ranged from a list of enemies I knew my ex-wife, Daphne, may have had to anyone who wanted to see me framed for her murder and the theft.

During all of this, I knew they treated my so-called “innocence” with an ever skeptical eye. And, yes, even though I wasn’t charged with murder or grand theft at the moment, the odds of me not being arrested were dwindling by the day.

One evening, after the most satisfying sexual encounter of my life, Jazmin and I were entangled in the red satin sheets of my bed. With our hearts beating in linked rhythms I fully believed that we really had melded into one heart. One mind.

It was actually Jazmin who broke the silence and voiced her concern. “Do you really think the police are doing everything in their power to look for the real killer?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” I answered. “There’s a part of me that feels as if they already have found the real killer.” I closed my eyes and squeezed her body tightly. I let out a staccato sigh.

“And that someone they found would be you,” she said almost as if it were fait accompli

“Precisely,” I said.

She gave my body a quick tight squeeze in return, kissed my chest and finally said, “Then we have to force their hand to seriously start searching.”