Facade of Love

Chapter 242 At Your Beck and Call

I left the thought hanging, my hands twisted together with nerves.

Idris saw my distress and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. “Hold off on the panic. The coroner said ‘might.‘ There’s been no autopsy yet. We’ll wait for the results and then make our next move.”

I tried to calm the flutter of anxiety in my chest as I waited for him to hang up with Officer Jackson.

I must have made some noise because Officer Jackson said, “We’re still waiting on the autopsy to make any solid calls. Until we have hard evidence, we’re holding off on any major moves.” It felt like he was trying to reassure me.

I bit my lip, keeping quiet.

Idris asked into the phone, “What’s with the skeletons found near Noah?”

“Looks like they’re from people Noah took out a while back. If we line up the timeline, they were probably on his bad side when he was calling the shots. We haven’t ID’d them yet, Officer Jackson explained, then hesitated before saying, “But we might need to bring Charlie in for a chat at the station.”

Idris did not bite, just said flatly, “That is your department’s business.”

With that, he ended the call.

do the cops need

in Noah’s old stomping grounds, which

that spot’s been deserted for ages. It’s the perfect place to hide a body. Isn’t it obvious why Charlie would pick there?”

you know Lake City like the back of your hand. Charlie, on the other hand, is from Silvana and has barely been here for a month. How could he possibly

racing for an answer that just

was subsequently

just starting. I was stuck under the watchful eye of the cops,

have to camp out at the station waiting for any updates. I just had to show up whenever they gave me a buzz, which meant

were about to head out, we ran into Charlie. He rolled in, looking sharp even in a wheelchair,

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sight of us, his eyes crinkling just a bit before his gaze landed on me. “Everything sorted

head a little. “Sorry you got roped into this mess,” I told him. He was obviously

worries. We’re practically family. I’m happy to help,”

caught me off guard. Charlie was not the type to talk in riddles

he had never been one to play

face was stone, yet his eyes were

not seem to give a hoot. He shot Idris a quick glance and flashed me a grin. “Hey, if

a smile that was more painful than