Facade of Love

Chapter 314 The man below

If someone were really set on finding out the truth, it was not that tough to start digging I was clueless, however, about how deep Sir Young had buried his secrets, or whether Maxwell could even trace the breadcrumbs back to the Young family tree. That night, I tossed and turned, my dreams a jumbled mess.

I snapped awake to a world still shrouded in darkness. Tired but wired, I could not sleep anymore, so I dragged myself out of bed and trudged downstairs. The onset of a light rain wrapped everything in a cold, dreary blanket that weighed on me.

I turned on the floor heating in the living room and sat for a bit until I began to thaw out. Curled up on the couch, I switched on the TV, thinking I would kill some time since the sun had not risen yet.

Instead of finding a show to watch, I stumbled upon a shonews headline.

“Lake City’s former deputy director Zanier has committed suicide by leaping from First Hospital early this morning.”

Zanier? Hospital?

Those two words hit me like a lightning bolt, and my mind raced straight to Jack.

I had this nagging suspicion that I was making a mountain out of a molehill, but I could not help myself. I snatched up my phone, itching to catch up on the latest gossip. There it was, as the news feed lit up with a glaring “breaking” alert, all about the suicide of some bigwig from Lake City.

I dove into the sea of comments, where everyone was dying to know who bit the dust. The insiders did not mince words: they all said it was Jack, and the rumor mill was going wild with guesses about why he would check out early.

Job gone, daughter in the slammer–it looked like the guy had more on his plate than anyone could handle..

As I scrolled through the comments, one from a user named ‘Little Bird‘ snagged my attention: [So now murders are just happening in broad daylight? Man, what a world.]

one line sparked a wildfire of curiosity.

you know something we don’t?

a murder, then spill the beans! What’s with the secrecy? Are you trying to cause a scene

hospital who told me the truth. Zanier did not take his own life, he was taken out. The cops are snooping around

trainwreck, and I caught myself biting my lip, now

he jump to

Jack’s style. He did not need a fancy title to

up

With Christina locked up, she needed a lifeline on the outside. Jack was crazy about her. There was no way he would bail

was really happening? Was I

from last night were like a haunting melody in my mind, stirring up

stairs, casual and a bit teasing. “Wow, up

him with a composed expression. “Nah, just got an

you.”

over to the water cooler, filling his cup. I’ve been a ghost at the office lately, totally out of the loop. Guess I should head in early today… ” he pondered out loud, his

confusion.” Director Zanier? Who’s that

my lip, I mumbled, “Jack,

the whole Christina kidnapping thing, he commented, “Dude’s been riding high forever, then outta nowhere, he jumps off a

up at the crack of

down Idris and figure out what was really going on.

shiny black Bugatti, looking. totally out of place in the early morning light. It had to be Idris’s. The question that arose was why it was still here. He could not have stayed, could he? No way. The only