Maya
Ezra gritted his teeth as he drove.
The journey to Hyde's mansion was a quiet one. No music from the radio to keep him company.
His mind kept going back to the events of the previous night. All he could see was the blood dripping down Alfred's sword, the bisected body of an innocent woman on the floor and Alfred's cold indifference.
The woman who held valuable information about his case had been cut down before she could speak and he wouldn't take this lying down.
An idiot would rush to James Harlow but I knew James was also hiding something. Silence does speak volumes. He still hadn't inquired about Hyde's body.
I needed to find evidence of wrongdoing before I could do anything. And I'm headed to just the place I would find some.
If the woman had truly violated the Law of Secrecy, as Alfred claimed, there would be evidence of it.
A testimony, a witness, something to confirm whether her death had been justified.