Facade of Love

Chapter 315 Jack’s death

It seemed Idris had had a tough night himself. He responded with a low grunt, revealing little reaction, as if he was still lost in a daze of sleep.

1 paused, staring at his unreadable face. “Jack’s gone,” I said again, a little louder.

He knitted his brows, a soft, “Hmm…” escaping him. As the sound faded, I could see the news sinking in. He gave me a sharp look, his dark eyes squinting. “You think I had a hand in it?”

Man, he jumped to conclusions like a pro. I blinked, shook my head quickly. “No, I’m not saying it was you, but how can you be so sure he did not just end it himself?”

His frown melted away, his voice as chilly as a winter breeze. “He would not do that to himself.

It seemed we were on the same wavelength.

The car went quiet for a moment before he turned to look at me with a sly grin. “So, you were going to find me, huh?”

I just nodded. There was no use in trying to hide it.

“Worried about me?” he asked, his voice all playful with a laugh just waiting to burst out. Seriously? With all the crazy stuff happening, that was what he was hung up

on?

night. She’s worried because even after Jack was kicked to the curb from his job, it looks like someone has still

lifted an eyebrow, all curious. “You actually went

“Nope.”

He glanced down and snatched it

button, not bothering to step away. “Yeah, what

enough to catch

at the station.” Officer

frowned but kept quiet.

setting him off. “Jack’s been murdered. They found some stuff at the scene that ties back

“You’re not saying he killed himself, are

Jackson paused, as if it had just hit him that Idris knew about Jack’s death. “No, but to keep things simple, the police are calling it

second, then said, “Alright, I’m on

of

my phone down, and our eyes locked. However, before I could say anything, my phone. started to buzz. Talk about

thought, and it was like déjà vu from Idris’s. earlier call. Officer Jackson was on the other end this time,

thing,” I

wasting any time, Idris started the engine. The engine roared to life, and we zoomed off

was weird–they did not split us up to grill us separately or anything. Actually, it did not even feel like we were being questioned. We were just hanging out in Officer Jackson’s office, and it seemed like we were putting him in the hot seat.

Jackson passed out glasses of water to us before taking a seat. “Jack plummeted from the hospital building around two a.m. Some people walking by heard the crash and dialed 911. The police and the medical examiner were on the scene in a flash. There’s