Facade of Love

Chapter 263 Gone Dark

Silence fell over me. Hiding a corpse, wiping a crime scene, leaving the body a wreck–one wrong move leads to a domino effect. Now, I was at a disadvantage.

I knew Moore had set me up, but I still walked right into it. I could not really fault Inch for going rogue. In that moment, maybe all he could think about was saving my

v skin.

He did not know for sure if I was the one who killed Noah. There was no way to be sure. If he had called the cops, would they have figured out I was not the killer? He did the only thing he could think of: obliterate the evidence and stash the body.

Despite being out of the loop as the days slipped by, I could guess that the headlines were screaming about murder and hidden bodies.

Officer Jackson dropped by for chats during the first few days, but after a while, he stopped showing up, sending others in his place instead.

From the chatter of those grilling me, I picked up that the case had blown up big time,

They had

could not find a shred of evidence pinning the murder on Moore, and since I had already sworn up and down that Noah died right in front of me, not to mention I had gotten my hands on the knife that did him in and

tight spot. I knew if the police did not dig up something to tip the scales in my favor soon, I would be left

Mom or Maxwell. Feeling totally cornered, I begged Officer Jackson to pull some strings so I

the visitation room, his eyes were nearly swollen shut, dark circles so deep they looked like bruises.

up okay in here? They’re not giving you a hard

I shook my head, feeling a twinge of pity for him. “No, Officer Jackson has been decent enough.

question, Marcus let out a heavy sigh, his face the picture of gloom. “Well, it’s looking pretty grim…”

bag, however, it was like a dam broke. In less than a day, nearly all of them were knocking on my door, wanting to cut ties. Luckily, the big boss from Yates Group showed up to chat about teaming up

263 Olona

an auction? That was next level. I looked at him, concern etched on my face. “Marcus, have you gotten hold of Mom and Maxwell?”

things were going, I was not sure if Maxwell could make it back in