Group of Good-For-Nothings

What on earth was this b*stard trying to do? How did he get into this mess? Was the blood on his body his or someone else's? Adrienne clenched her trembling fist and looked at Jefferson from top to bottom to make sure that he was all right. The suffocating feeling that had just surfaced in her heart slowly dissipated and she said, "I am asking you a question." "Why am I here?" Jefferson smiled and answered with a fearless expression, "Do I have to report to you wherever I go?" "You..." Adrienne was so angry that she gritted her teeth. Did he know what he was doing? This was a murder scene. Did he think it was a joke? Adrienne really wanted to ignore him and let Quill take him back to lock him up for a couple of months. That would show him to behave. But for some reason, her footsteps started to draw closer to him.  She approached him and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Jefferson, I don't care if you fool around at ordinary times, but there is an ongoing murd