Facade of Love

ter 177 Hitching a Ride

Since Officer Jackson had already contacted me earlier, asking me to visit the police station to make a statement once I was rested, I bid farewell to my mother and Maxwell and headed straight to the station after breakfast.

In the interview room at the police station, Officer Jackson handed me a cup of water and asked me to recount what had happened in the abandoned factory. I narrated how Noah had kidnapped me, how I woke up in the factory, how Moore drugged me, and then my subsequent unconsciousness. I ended the account by describing how I woke up at Inch’s friend’s house.

After hearing my story, Officer Jackson frowned slightly and asked, “Do you have the contact information of the friend who took you away? We might need to cross–check his statement with yours. Currently, we can’t find Noah, and Ms. Moore is still in the hospital, so we can only question you to see if we can locate and arrest Noah.”

I nodded and gave Officer Jackson Inch’s phone number without any change in expression. I did not mention Noah’s death and pretended to know nothing about it. Even if Moore woke up and said anything, as Inch had pointed out, without a b*dy, her words would have no proof.

Furthermore, if Moore insisted that I killed Noah, how could she be sure that someone drugged like me could commit murder?

After our conversation, Officer Jackson did not say much else. He merely advised me to be careful when going out in case I encountered Noah again.

agreed and left the interview room. Another police officer approached us and informed Officer Jackson, “Officer Jackson, Mr. Young is here.”

Officer Jackson nodded and said, “Bring me the information we’ve found.”

The officer agreed and left.

Officer Jackson and I went to

strikingly noticeable. His amazing appearance made it hard for anyone

went up to greet him and urged, “Mr. Young, you’ve arrived. Let’s talk

glance at me, Idris told Officer Jackson, “No need. Just give me the information you’ve gathered. I don’t think there’s much else

I’ll

no interest in eavesdropping on others‘ conversations, I softly said goodbye to Officer Jackson

found some traces of your father. He indeed stayed in Hartfield a few years ago, but it seems he was later moved by someone. Logically,

naturally did not hear the rest

told me about the mine disaster, I felt a tightness in my chest. I could not help but look up at the gloomy

suffocated by Mr. Zachary’s words. Idris‘ father, perhaps, could not continue to

mind?” Suddenly, someone appeared beside me, speaking in a

familiar voice, and sure enough, it was Idris‘. I did not turn to look at him but noticed from the corner of my eye that he was holding a file bag, probably containing some information about his father that Officer

inexplicable emotions in my heart, I pursed my l*ps, not saying much, and prepared

I met

holding back a refusal. Instead, I

from his

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