Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 244

Chapter 244 Criminal Detention

I bit my lip and said with a steady voice, "I'm not here to accuse. I'm here to tell the truth. I don't know what Miss Zanier told you, but you really need to hear the facts. I did not push her last night, I did not hit her, and I certainly did not insult her. Why she's pinning this on me, I cannot say. However, Mr. Zanier, I understand that you want to protect your daughter. Just make sure you know the whole story first. Otherwise, you are just going to end up hurting everyone involved, including yourself, and it will be your own doing."

He was livid, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. If Idris had not been standing by my side, I would have bet Jack was about to throw a punch.

I did not bother with more words. Instead, I turned to Charles, who had just rushed in, and asked, "You got it?"

Charles nodded and handed me the flash drive. "Got it all right here."

"Thanks," I said, passing the flash drive to Jack, who was still fuming. "To be honest, I did not touch your daughter, and I should not even be wasting my time with you. Since some people love to make up stories, here's the video from last night by the pool with Christina. Watch it and see for yourself if I was the one who pushed her."

Jack's complexion went through a series of changes as he accepted the video, clearly caught off guard by its existence. A shade of embarrassment crossed his face before he shuffled off with his tail between his legs.

As he disappeared, Idris turned to me with a raised eyebrow. "Video?"

"Yeah," I replied with a nod. "I thought of it last night after Christina huffed out of here. She was so livid leaving the Youngs' place, I knew she wouldn't just let it slide. So this morning, I asked Charles to scout for any cameras around the pond and snag the footage. When I spotted. Jack heading this way, I shot Charles a quick text to bring it over."

The old manor was rigged with cameras everywhere except the living areas. The place was massive, and the cameras were there to keep out thieves and make managing the bustling household a bit easier. The cameras usually blended into the background, forgotten by most.

Idris's lips quirked up ever so slightly. Though he kept quiet, there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

Madam Young joined us, letting out a weary sigh. "It's for the best. We gave him the evidence, so hopefully, he will back off now. You know, it is always trickier dealing with troublemakers than straight shooters. Let us hope he keeps quiet from here on out and stops stirring up drama in our home."

Idris's brow creased in thought, and then he said firmly, "We should keep people like that out from now on." He was speaking to Mr. Zachary, who nodded in agreement.

Madam Young looked resigned. "The Zaniers are Emily's folks on her mom's side. You cannot just turn away family when they come knocking. And Jack, well, he might not be top brass, but. he has got just enough pull to make our lives difficult if he wants. Let's just try not to rub him the wrong way anymore."

To keep Madam Young from fretting, Idris and I shared a look and nodded without a word.

The news about today's shocking events was on lockdown. The police maintained secrecy, thus leaving the media clueless and Madam Young in the dark as well.

After hanging out with Madam Young, in the main hall of the inner courtyard for a bit, Idris and I headed back to our own quarters.

I knew I was not going to catch any Z's that night.

The next morning, Officer Jackson's call jolted me awake. "Ms. Scott, you might need to swing by the station," he said as soon as I picked up.

Having been on edge all night, his call had me asking, "Did the autopsy say anything?"

"Yep," he replied, and went on, "the body's been pretty much devoured by bugs, and whoever dumped it did a real number on it. It's a mess, so we can only guess how long it's been dead. We can't pin down the exact time of death. Plus, we found a dagger with your prints on it. Right now, you're suspect number one, and we might have to bring you in."

Not being able to shake off the murder rap meant I was stuck at the station, helping with the Investigation. The worst part? My prints were on that dagger. If the cops dug up anything else, I would be in deep trouble, even if I was innocent.

"Alright," I said Into the phone, trying to keep my voice steady.

I hung up with a pounding headache. I had not slept a wink all night and had barely dozed off

at dawn.

Idris walked in, saw I was up, and said, "Get some food in you. I'll drive you to the station."

"Did Officer Jackson call you too?" Lasked him,

He gave me a reassuring nod. "Don't sweat it, I've got the police station covered. Hey, I'll be sticking around to help you dig into this mystery, okay?"