Facade of Love

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!

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?”

can’t just

was still under suspicion.

I’ve cleared it with the station. You’re free

steered me out of the police station without waiting

reply.

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 find 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.”

his eyes steady. “I

my side?” I wanted to ask if it did not sting knowing Moore was a killer, but

she was not you from back then, her fate stopped mattering to

my lip, a twinge of guilt hitting me. “I wasn’t questioning it. Just stating

glint in his eyes. “So, it bothers

Dont

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silence speaking volumes,

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

nodding in agreement. “Alright, I’ll eat. But you should try to eat something too.

warmth in his voice, an unusual tenderness

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