Elliot felt something was off; he hadn't seen Alexandria. It was odd that she was out all night. He thought that she was out with friends and stayed for the night. There was a sensation in his stomach that something was going to happen.
He had a difficult time sleeping throughout the night. The Professor didn't want to do it, so he went online to search for his name. When hearing Alexandria and her friend speak about him being a suspect, he wanted to know how far the news spread was. The Yale News only spoke about University events or anything positive about the campus.
To his dismay and outrage, the news of him being a suspect of his wife's murder was headline news. Unfortunately, it wasn't put on the low since he was a Professor at Yale University.
For the first time, he felt trapped on all sides. Elliot was an expert on certain things when deleting evidence, but he couldn't delete everything quickly. Students and Professors would be interviewed, making him look guilty.
It was only a matter of time before Rose got another warrant to search his home. His laptop and other information could be hidden, but he felt Rose had another trick. Elliot was on his laptop, researching and watching Alexandria's home. The sound of the door opening came within Alexandria's home. He looked into the camera, and to his confusion, it was a man he didn't recognize. The man looked like a janitor but wore a white uniform and cap.
Elliot thought the man unimportant and was about to continue his research but noticed that the 'janitor' was looking around Alexandria's home. The Professor watched intently and remembered that dorm students and other apartments don't have room service. However, Janitors would only clean something significant or when they were called. What was also noticeable was that the 'janitor' was looking upward at the ceiling and walls; he was looking for something.
While watching, Elliot believed that the man was not a janitor. His eyes widened while he was standing up from his seat. "Damn it! That bitch contacted Alexandria and...wait, is he looking for..." The man looked upward, and his suspicions got the best of him. "Is he looking for the cameras!? How!?"
The man could have been part of law enforcement, but Elliot wondered how law enforcement knew about the cameras. He felt his throat turning warm.
Elliot felt...nervous.
It was difficult to accept that Elliot was feeling nervous. Killing his wife wasn't tricky, and he didn't feel guilt. However, people finding out what he had done was nerve-wracking; Elliot refused to feel powerless.
A possibility came to mind: if Elliot had snuck into Alexandria's home, it might have been done to him. He immediately stood from his seat as a drip of sweat formed. Elliot looked around his room to try to find a camera. He knew he could sue law enforcement for invasion of privacy and breaking the Fourth Amendment. However, it would be pointless because if Elliot was being watched, they would know what he had been doing.
Checkmate.
The Professor knew that the Detectives watching could lose their jobs even if he sued. It wouldn't matter since there was proof of him trying to destroy evidence. Not only that but it would also be known that he was spying on Alexandria.
Everything was going downhill for him, and it was only a matter of time before a warrant for his arrest was issued. Elliot knew he was trapped, but he refused to be mocked. He decided to take action: escape. Elliot immediately went to his room, where he got his suitcase and packed as many clothes as possible. He also got the money he had hidden.
Afterward, his laptop, some paperwork, and flash drives were packed. While packing, something caught his eye at the top corner of his study. There was a tiny black dot; it was a camera. Elliot couldn't believe he hadn't caught it in the beginning. "Damn it." He wanted to take it down, but there was no time, and he didn't want to seem too suspicious. Once finished packing, a sound was heard from afar: sirens.
Elliot knew that they were coming for him to give him the warrant; it was his cue to go. He immediately left his house with everything he needed and got to his car before the police could reach him. "It was the bitch who planned everything! I can't believe a woman has played me in my game! I would have enjoyed suing her and destroying her career and reputation, but I underestimated that woman!"
The car was turned on, and Elliot immediately drove from his home in a different direction from where the sirens were coming from. He owned many homes, but it would be evident if he hid in any of them. There was another option, but it would put him at more risk.
It didn't matter; Elliot refused to be caught and would do anything to keep his freedom.
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