"Who? Oh, is that her last name? What does that have to do with me? She's not here." He shrugs. "I'm sorry you wasted you time coming here. Alessa, sweetie, why don't you bring your sweet ass back inside? I'm not done yet." He grabs his elf maid, pulling her into his apartment and grabbing her ass, looking every bit like a perverted rich boy. "Chloe came here last night. We had a 'thing' together, and the poor girl thought that it was serious." He laughs.
"I've been here almost all of yesterday and all of this morning, with this lovely specimen," he gropes Alessa, "tending to me, and when Chloe saw her, she stormed out in a rage - as my elven companion will attest." He grins, keeping up the act. Then, with an alibi in place, he lays the key to his plan. Since they followed Chloe to the building, they only have a warrant for her arrest, not a search warrant, and a search warrant for a politican's apartment is far harder to gain than it is for a regular person, anyway. "Now, since you don't have a valid warrant, and with your questions answered, I'd like to cut this short. Alessa, go to the bedroom and get on the bed, on your hands and knees." He smiles at the cops. "Oh, and if either of you try to tell the media about Chloe or my elven friend, I'll sue you both until you're living on the street." With a smug look, he shuts the door.