Facade of Love

Chapter 316 No Way It’s Him

We all went silent, trying to figure out who this mystery man could be..

Breaking the silence, Idris chimed in, “Does Moore know who he is?”

Officer Jackson gave a confirming nod. “Right after it all went down, I grilled Moore. She’s dead set on claiming she has never met the guy. She even spilled that the last time he showed up, he told her to put the blame on Ms. Scott and let him deal with the fallout.”

The situation was as knotted as a pair of earbuds left in your pocket. Nervously, I chewed on my lip, “I’ve never laid eyes on this man before.”

Officer Jackson gave a nod and let out a long, tired sigh. “Here’s the real problem: Jack’s wife is totally convinced you’re the bad guy, Mr. Young. She thinks you weren’t satisfied just getting Jack kicked out of his job and thinks you kept on his case, threatening him left and right. She’s telling everyone you were gunning for payback, trying to get back at Christina for the close call with Ms. Scott.”

I was just about to snap back with a comeback when Officer Jackson jumped in with more. Listen, there’s a whole lot more to this. Christina has had a nightmare of a time in jail, winding up in the hospital and everything. Seems like someone has been slipping cash to the wrong hands to make sure she had it extra rough. By the time they rushed her to the ER, her insides were a mess. It was so messed up that the doctors had no choice but to take out her uterus.‘

My head was buzzing, and I just could not stop myself from sneaking a peek at Idris. His face was unreadable, yet the slight frown etched there was a dead giveaway–he was ticked off.

I took a moment, then faced Officer Jackson again. “So, you’re saying Idris is the one who planned the attack?”

hunch. The evidence? It’s like it’s got your name and

“Wait, mine?”

eyes locked on his as I tried to

some point. Take Moore, for instance. She found big trouble behind bars. Made an enemy out of a death row inmate and ended up with her hand on the chopping

picture: Moore and Christina were in deep trouble in jail, and it was not just bad luck -they were in someone’s crosshairs. Obviously, someone out

up in the same

seconds, then burst out, “But how does Jack’s death pull me and Idris into this whole mess? Even if he was Christina’s

does not make

remained: how did Jack’s death entangle me and Idris in this whole mess? Even if he was Christina’s dad, he never messed with me. Offing him just

that the night you got pegged for that murder, you weren’t at the precinct but at the Youngs‘ place. Guess what? It was Jack who fed

where you were.‘

that?” I blurted out, my mind reeling

at Idris, who clammed up and did not utter

hesitate for a second before I leaped to

Idris both whipped around to look at me–Jackson with

gazes locked, and even though Idris was not exactly on my list of favorite people, I did not back down. “Forget it. Christina and Moore? They had it coming. He’s not the type to pla dirty. And yeah, he might