It's dawn now, the sun is about to rise but, Hebrew hasn't slept a wink. His hair is messed up again, he has been sitting beside his bed all night wondering when will Eric show up. He keeps staring in the void thinking about what made Eric run again.

He is angry but also worried about him, his attention was distracted when a sudden silent knock on the door of his apartment echoed. Running his hand through his hair he ran toward the door and opened it

"ERIC ASHLEY YOU MUST BE INS-" He stopped in the middle as he found someone else, quite surprised by his sudden yell.

"Mr Hebrew good morning..." Jessica's eyes were widened and her eyebrows rose.

"Ms LENNON!" He yelled and closed the door, but was stopped by Jessica's hand which interrupted in the middle.

"What do you want now? You even have the case to solve on your own!" He left the gate ajar and walked away.

She walked inside, "Well...I know I'm being irritating right now but...there's nothing I can do. It's against my pride too but...can you please help me?"

Hebrew looked back at her.

"What?"

"This case is dangerous and I, being a woman, can't handle it alone. I need your help."

Hebrew sat on his chair near his glass board, "And...why do you think I'll help?" He folded his arms.

Jessica sat in front of him on another chair,

"Cause you have to prove that you're not a celebrity detective."

He bent forward keeping his arms on his laps, fingers intertwined. He scoffed, "Prove? Why do you think I need to prove it?"

"Cause I believe, this tag has been attached with your name intentionally unlawfully. So...it needs to be removed." She bent further too in the same way as Hebrew.

"And what if...I say I don't want to remove it then...?"

She smirked looking directly into his eyes, "Who would want it to be engraved on the grave beside their name? The Fake Detective?"

Jessica's fact made him freeze in his seat for a second. He...was surprised.

"How do-"

"Do you want your wife to tell these stories to your kids?" She further added making him breathe again.

He looked aside, scoffed and looked back at her,

"Well...for a second even if I imagine, being YOUR helping hand. Wouldn't it make someone uncomfortable?" He emphasised the word your.

"And by someone you mean....?" She raised her one brow.

"Like...Robert Stone... the head of the crime branch?" He raised his one eyebrow too.

Jessica simply straightened back in her seat and called out, "Sir please come in..."

In a second Robert came in wearing his casual clothes, a stern look on his face resisting what him doing what he was doing.

"Good morning, Hebrew!" Still, he maintained his voice as if quite cheerful.

Hebrew looked at him and back at Jessica, his one eyebrow raised in confusion. She shrugged her shoulder and she further looked at Robert.

"Mr Robert has come to request you to be back on the case."

"While the Whitechapel abuses me?" Hebrew interrupted.

"I've thought about it too."

She looked at Hebrew, "You may...help me solving the case and I...maybe the face as a detective for the while."

"So...will you help me?" Her eyes twinkled.

Hebrew shook his head multiple times, lightly and stood up.

"Good morning Mr Robert!" He shook hands with him.

He further looked at Jessica' "Now see who's turning into a celebrity detective." He smirked while she glared at him with a frustrated sigh.

Robert just smiled slightly, he was barely hiding his feeling of despair for Hebrew.

"Thanks...for being back." His lips were disagreeing but he managed to utter it out along with some struggles.

Hebrew scoffed again, embracing Robert forcefully. He whispered, "I'd told you...you'll definitely need me in this case. See..how the table turns."

Robert just grinds his teeth in anger as he stared at Hebrew who stood in front of him teasingly smirking.

"But...was it necessary to be here before the chirping of birds?" Hebrew turned to Jessica.

She slightly laughed, "Actually it took me almost the whole night to persuade everyone. Especially...Mr Robert so...we came here as soon as the decision was made."

"I know Mr Robert is quite difficult when it's about me." He teased to which Robert just replied with a little forced scoff.

"I'll take my leave now, since...you've agreed to come back." Robert left the apartment, his face showing the not so eco-friendly hatred he had for Hebrew almost stomping his feet.

"Why does everyone hate you so much, Mr Hebrew?" Jessica asked, walking towards him.

"Cause I am just too intellectual to be accepted by dumbs." He closed the door.

She laughed, "Do you perhaps consider yourself as...Sherlock Holmes?"

"I won't mind if you call me that. I even have a James Watson with me now..." He looked at her and she just rolled her eyes.

"So Ms Lennon...what can I help you with?"

"There's always been a question in my mind I'd like to ask you."

"Go ahead!" he sat on the sofa, followed by her, sitting in front of him.

"You had examined the corpse when it was at the crime scene, haven't you..." He nodded

"So can you tell me...what things did you assume by seeing it?"

Hebrew laid back on the sofa and closed his eyes, remembering the scene of that day. The corpse, the bridge and police barriers and the blood, everything.

"The woman doesn't work in an IT firm, it's false information..." He spoke up and she started writing it in a small notepad.

"She wasn't even murdered under that bridge she...was thrown there. How I know you might ask, the way she was murdered if we...look at the amount of blood it seems less than there should be."

"Why do you think the woman doesn't work in an IT firm?" Jessica asked.

"Doesn't it sound weird even while hearing it, a woman in an IT firm..?." Jessica frowned

"But even if we considered that it's true, her appearance has told me many things." He added.

"Like?..."

"Like...hmmm....her tattoos, which were also drawn in such places which can easily be hidden by clothes. The second thing is the ring. I went to the address you had given to me, yesterday afternoon. Though I didn't find that boy, I found that many women were wearing the same rings."

"They...said it was kind of a...trademark that they belonged there."

"Trademark? Why need something like that?" She further questioned.

"Don't you what Ewer street is? Ms Lennon Ewer street is known for prostitution, even the cops resist going there. the woman murdered was not an IT firm worker, instead, she was...a prostitute..." He declared making Jessica widen her eyes in shock...