Facade of Love

Chapter 317 I Trust Him

Officer Jackson quirked an eyebrow and said, “Just because I’m not suspicious doesn’t mean everyone else isn’t jumping to conclusions. The guys at the station, the news hounds, and everyone in town has their own wild ideas. When Jack bit the dust, I pegged it as a suicide from the get–go, but that didn’t shut down the rumor mill. So, I pulled you in for a run–through and to give you the lowdown.”

Idris got the picture way quicker than me. He gave Officer Jackson a sharp look with those deep -set eyes and asked, “Is someone gunning for the Youngs?”

Officer Jackson’s nod was heavy with meaning. “To be exact, they’re gunning for you.” That is when it dawned on me. None of these freak accidents screamed “Idris did it!” but somehow, they all seemed to whisper his name. Even without solid proof, these little clues could kick up a major fuss in the neighborhood if people started talking.

The fuss that could ensue would be a nightmare for Idris and Young Corp, the kind of nightmare that was too huge to slap a price tag on.

“Three weird things, all in a row. Who’s got beef with you?” I shot a look at Idris, totally clueless about who he might have rubbed the wrong way.

Idris just pursed his lips, taking his sweet time.

He kept his eyes locked on Officer Jackson, who was frowning so hard it looked like he was wrestling with words he wanted to say but would not because I was there.

It seemed like something not meant for my ears. So, I stood up and said, “Man, I have been sitting so long my legs are totally numb. Going to stretch them out a bit.”

They said nothing as I stood and walked out of Officer Jackson’s office. I headed down the hall, my mind racing with thoughts of the tension brewing between Idris and the officer ever since I came back from Macamer.

I was not the type to go snooping around. If it were no biggie, asking would not do any good. If it was

a bunch of officers huddled up, whispering like they were sharing top–secret info. I only caught bits and pieces, but it was enough to put two and two together. “Mr. Long? Oh, for sure, he was raised by Mrs. Newman. Now that she’s out of the picture, poof! Just like that–he’s super pumped to

jump the gun, and then we would be in big trouble. Keeping

we’re calling work these days?” A new voice cut in, deep and icy,

like two black holes, intense

had this vibe to him like he was a walking,

blade, sharp and ready for action. His uniform clung to him as if it were his battle gear, and he

tripped over their own tongues trying to

say hello,

was a flat line, all serious, no–nonsense. He waited, stone–faced, until the last cop had

to.

grin broke through his stern look. “Officer?” he repeated, his

my own age ‘officer,‘ like he was some wise old man. Calling him ‘bro‘ would have been way too buddy–buddy, so that option was out of the question.

about that! It’s just… you kind of reminded me of a cop I ran into when I was little. It just popped out. No hard feelings, you don’t look old or anything. Actually, you’ve got this

he seemed almost approachable. His comeback, however, quickly dispelled that notion. “Next time, try to cook up something a bit more

I… well..