Facade of Love

Chapter 195 Inch’s Assets Skyrocket

Officer Jackson was dead serious when he asked me that.

I paused, not answering right away. “Officer Jackson, did Moore spill something?”

He shook his head, a crease forming between his brows. “Her story pretty much matches yours. But what’s bugging me is how Noah just vanished into thin air. We locked down Lake City tight, combed through the place, but still, not a sign of him. It makes me wonder if he could be dead.”

My heart lurched, and without even thinking, my hands balled into fists. It was not the murder that had me on edge–I had not killed anyone–but the fact that I had helped hide the b*dy. If it had been just me, I might have spilled the beans to the cops the second I laid eyes on them. With Inch involved, any sl*p–up could drag him down too.

I bit my l*p and took a deep breath, trying to keep my cool as I faced Officer Jackson. I managed to

keep a straight face as I repeated my earlier story.

Officer Jackson gave a slow nod, his eyes narrowing as if he was piecing together a puzzle. After a tense silence, he threw me a curveball, “Ms. Scott, how long have you been friends with this Mr.

Fowell?”

too long,” I replied, my brow furrowing. “Why the sudden

line of questioning. “You met him on that cruise

l*ps together, a wave of confusion

Scott. I’m just putting the pieces together. I trust what you’ve told me about yourself, but there’s something about your friend that’s got me scratching

keep up with his train of

when he was just a kid, and his mom’s been hopping from city to city, working hard to raise him ever since. But about five years ago, his mom got hit with stomach cancer. To pay for her treatment, Inch skipped school and started working to make ends meet. When her condition got worse, he started looking for quicker ways to cash in. At first, he hung out

carefully, but I had already caught a glimpse of Inch’s dark secret. After all, guy had been buck n*ked

the

deep breath and faced Officer Jackson, keeping my cool. “Life’s got its ups and downs, and it’s not Inch’s fault his road’s been bumpier than most. He’s done everything he can to keep his loved ones close, and there’s no shame in that, no matter how he’s done it. You don’t think

Inch’s

a bad guy, do

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voice steady. “Not at all. I’m not sharing this because I think less of him or anything. I’m just laying out the facts, which also happen to be what’s got me scratching my head. From what I’ve dug up, Inch vanished for a