Jasmine's POV
"Really?" An elder's voice dripped with skepticism as he fixed his narrowed gaze on George. "Then explain how the prince's royal crest ended up on Elder Ziva's corpse."
George's smile never wavered, radiating confidence that made my skin crawl. "I have no idea how those men acquired it, but the prince mentioned to me that his royal crest had gone missing. I assume that explains everything."
The elder's lips curled in disgust. "You expect us to believe that crest magically appeared on Ziva's body without the prince's involvement? That's absolutely ridiculous!"
With an indifferent shrug, George continued his performance. "It's merely a piece of metal. Anyone could have stolen it from the prince and planted it there. As I testified before, I accompanied the prince to the Preston center, and we never encountered Ziva."
