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.

go snooping around. If it were no biggie, asking would not do any good. If it was a major issue, asking would just turn the whole thing into one big awkward mess, whether he spilled

precinct’s non–stop buzz, 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

Mrs. Long’s way too wrapped up in this to see straight. He could jump the gun, and then we would

new voice cut in, deep and

there he was. His eyes were like two black holes, intense enough to pull you right in. The

days, and he had this vibe to him like he

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

Long!” The cops chatting nearby tripped over their own tongues trying to then scattered faster than autumn leaves caught in a

say hello,

mouth was a flat line, all serious, no–nonsense. He waited, stone–faced, until the last cop had buzzed off. Then, finally, he turned that

up without even meaning to. “Nice to meet you, Officer,”

surprise, then a sly grin broke through his stern look. “Officer?” he repeated, his voice smooth as

could feel my cheeks burning. I had just called a dude who was basically my own age ‘officer,‘ like he was some wise old man. Calling him ‘bro‘ would have been way too buddy–buddy,

I ran into when I was little. It just popped out. No hard feelings, you don’t look

comeback, however, quickly dispelled that notion.

I… well..