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.

at Idris, confused. “The bodies have been found, so why do the cops need to

me a look, 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

deserted for ages. It’s the perfect place to hide

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 find such a perfect

mind racing for an answer that just would not

was subsequently dropped.

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

out with their investigation, which meant I did not have to camp out at the

we ran into Charlie. He rolled in, looking sharp

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just a bit before his gaze landed on me. “Everything sorted out?” he asked, his

mess,” I told him. He was

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

guard. Charlie was not the type to talk in riddles or drop hints.

knew of him, he had never

and I knew something was up. I shot a quick look at Idris. His face was stone, yet his eyes were locked on Charlie, not

a quick glance and flashed me a

smile that was more painful than tears,