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.

so why do the cops need to grill. Charlie? He and Inch got pulled

his dark eyes serious. “He was hiding bodies for you, and just ‘happened‘ to stash them in Noah’s old stomping grounds, which ‘just happened‘ to dig up more trouble.

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

the other hand, is from Silvana and has barely been here for a month. How could

froze, my mind racing for an answer that just would

was subsequently

Noah’s body was just the beginning. The real mess was just starting. I was stuck under the watchful eye of

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 I could dodge hanging around those drab

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

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sight of us, his eyes crinkling just a bit before his gaze landed on me. “Everything sorted out?” he asked, his

little. “Sorry you got roped into this mess,” I told him. He was obviously here to get grilled by the cops.

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

not the type to talk in riddles or

him, he had never been

shot a quick look at Idris. His face was stone, yet his eyes were locked on Charlie, not missing a beat. Perhaps it was my

for his part, did not seem to give a hoot. He shot Idris a quick glance and flashed me a grin. “Hey, if you ever need anything, just give me a shout. I’m always

was tongue–tied, honestly. Watching him force a smile that was more painful than tears, all I managed to choke out