Facade of Love

Chapter 197 No Evidence on Either Side

Maybe my words stung her because she balled her hands into fists, her eyes blazing red as she stared me down. “Yvette, what’s with the smug look? You think you’ve won? Don’t forget, Noah’s dead because of you. Sure, I might be behind bars for a while, but what about you? Hiding Noah’s b*dy won’t keep you safe forever. Once the cops find it, you’ll be the one rotting in jail for life.”

Her audacity was so ridiculous it made me laugh. Did she really believe her own lies about setting people up?

“Me, in jail?” I chuckled. “Moore, did you forget who really killed Noah? Have you gotten so wrapped up in your act that you lost touch with reality? You’d better hope Noah’s b*dy stays hidden, or you’re the one wearing prison stripes forever.”

She sneered with disdain. “Oh, really? Got any proof? Any evidence that pins the murder on me?” When I stayed silent, her sneer grew colder, her taunts sharper. “Yvette, you’ve got nothing, and

that’s why you had to stash that jerk’s b*dy. Actually, I owe you one for taking care of the mess for me.

I was so sick of her brazen lies. I did not want to waste another minute on her.

I dropped the walkie–talkie and shut her out.

That got her riled up. She started pounding on the glass, demanding I pick up again. But her racket caught the guards‘ attention, and they hauled her off.

I was on edge, regretting this pointless trip. If only I’d known there’d be nothing to say to her. I would

not have bothered coming.

Stepping out of the police station lobby, my luck tanked when I bumped into someone I knew–Idris.

He still stood out even among a sea of cops who carried themselves with a no–nonsense air. He was deep in conversation with Officer Jackson, and I was not about to interrupt them.

I was all set to quietly leave when Officer Jackson caught me. “Ms. Scott.” I barely managed a half- smile and a stiff, “Officer Jackson.”

small

nodded. “Yeah.”

a beeline for my car, keys in

to make me turn. There stood Idris, way

cool and collected.

here for the same reason, so why the chitchat?

Evidence

something from me?”

look at my car and echoed, “Leaving?”

patience wearing thin. “Look, if

slid into

Bang!

Bang!

doors slammed shut–one mine, and the other the passenger’s.

2/2

me, uninvited. My brow creased in confusion.

lift?”

of commission. Mind if I hitch a ride

raised an eyebrow at his audacity and was momentarily speechless. Was he seriously

ride off me?

decided not to make a fuss, fired up the

station.

but Idris had other plans. “How’s the prep for Avaloria’s

I answered, keeping my voice neutral.