“Are you accusing me of k********g?” Lorenzo asked with a frown. His mind was spinning and working overtime. He gave off a cool relaxed composure but on the inside he was nowhere as calm, he was actually boiling with rage and irritation.
The police man who had spoken quickly responded, “No one is accusing you of anything, sir. We would just like to have a look around so we can dismiss any suspicion.”
Maxwell cleared his throat. “Do you have a warrant to conduct a search?”
The second officer frowned at him. “And who are you?”
“Maxwell Zeek, I am Mr. Lorenzo’s chief of security.”
The officer scribbled something in a notepad he had retrieved from his pocket before he looked up at Maxwell again. “We don’t have a warrant, this is more like a welfare check. You could let us have a look
