Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 241

Chapter 241 I Don't Care

I froze for a second, my gaze instinctively shot to Idris.

Idris's brow creased as he shook his head, silently telling me to lie.

I could not figure out why Charlie would bring this up now. I managed to say, "No, I'm at the station, helping the cops look for Noah's body."

The lie left my mouth feeling like a desert, so I grabbed a water cup and took a quick sip.

Charlie did not press me further. Instead, he dropped a bombshell. "On the cliff face across from Island in the Lake."

It took a moment for it to sink in-he meant Noah's body. Idris did not hesitate, snatching the phone from my hand and ending the call.

"Come on," he urged, pulling me along.

I was still reeling when we stepped outside and ran into Officer Jackson. Idris did not waste a moment. "Noah's body is on the cliff face across from Island in the Lake. Get someone there now to recover it." Officer Jackson gave a quick nod and, without another word, headed to Island in the Lake.

Charlie had dumped Noah at Island in the Lake!

Once Officer Jackson was out of sight, Idris tried to lead me away, but I was rooted to the spot. He glanced back, concern etching across his features. "What's up?"

I met his eyes. "I can't just walk out of the station."

I was still under suspicion.

Idris let out a sigh of resignation. "Don't worry, I've cleared it with the station. You're free to go. Come on."

He steered me out of the police station without waiting for my

reply.

Stepping out of the police station, he led me to a nearby diner and we grabbed a booth. The menu was a blur as he ordered us some grub. I was still reeling, lost in my own world, when he broke the silence, "Hey, don't sweat it. Once they replace the body, everything will fall into place. "I met his eyes, the words tumbling out before I could stop them, "It was Moore. She did it." I needed him to understand that if I was of the hook, Moore would be the one facing the music.

Idris just nodded, his eyes steady. "I know."

His calm threw me. "You know? And you're still on my side?" I wanted to ask if it did not sting knowing Moore was a killer, but the words got stuck in my throat.

He seemed to read my mind, his brow furrowing and his voice firm. "The moment I realized she was not you from back then, her fate stopped mattering to me. You don't have to question it."

I bit my lip, a twinge of guilt hitting me. "I wasn't questioning it. Just stating the facts."

He arched an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "So, it bothers you that I might care about her?"

Chapter 2411 Dont Care

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"No!" The denial flew out of me. He just smirked, his silence speaking volumes, and I could swear there was a hint of amusement in that smile.

I dropped the subject, pushing my food around on the plate. My stomach was in knots, and honestly, my head was too full of worries to eat. Idris caught on, his frown a mix of concern and admonishment. "Don't waste food." I shot him a look. "You are the one who ordered it. Dig in." I meant to sound annoyed, but it came out sounding more like a pout.

He chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Alright, I'll eat. But you should try to eat something too.

There was a warmth in his voice, an unusual tenderness to it.

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I was caught off guard by his sudden move, a weird twist of emotions knotting up inside me.

When had we gotten this close?

My face might have been a mask of cool indifference, but my heart, strangely enough, was not pushing him away. I guess I was more swayed by the carrot than the stick.

I could not stop thinking about when Officer Jackson would get in touch for the rest of the evening.

Right on cue, about thirty minutes later, Idris's phone buzzed. It was Officer Jackson. Idris hit. the speaker button and Jackson's somber voice filled the room, "Mr. Young, we've found the body."

I wanted to let out a sigh of relief, but Jackson's heavy tone over the phone had me on edge all over again.

Idris must have caught on to my anxiety. He asked, "What's going on?"

There was a heavy sigh from Jackson. "We fourid Noah's body, but it's bad. Snakes and bugs... they didn't leave much of him. The coroner's worried we might not be able to pin down when Noah died." There was more-several old skeletons were scattered near him, he added.

"Okay," Idris replied, his face unreadable.

I bit my lip, a frown creasing my forehead. "If we can't nail down the time of death, does that mean I can't shake off the suspicions?" Enjoy Ad-Free Reading