Facade of Love

Chapter 318 Gregory Long
My heart skipped a beal as 1 pieced together the
son flat eagle from the poles officers. They were discussing hom He was day in the way concering,
There was a moment of silence in the room before they to tako “Abent Mia Newman’s death ”
He raised an eyebrow, a hint of intrigo in his you “Mute them, we should find chance to have a little chat about it, just you wdw
My mind was spinning “Wait, you want to talk to
a at taka
He gave a slow nod. “My mom was not regler lake ay show’t have my boot with anyone there. The first case she took on in Lake
City was yours, we right after that, she has her well, her accident, Officer Jackson let slip that my mom had a quick chat with you
in the spur of the moment.”
I had to let that sink in for a second. My eyebrows butted together
stated him hom
Hold on, are you saying that your mom’s death might be connected to her questioning me, like I might have gone after hey for
paybar
sorry for the mix up I’m not
He shook his head quickly, “No, no, that’s not what I m accusing you or anything. I just need to talk it out, you know it’s just that
my mom never hard beef with anyone in Lake City”
Even though he claimed he was not giving me the side mye, maregtig let him hollered he did not trust me, I let out a little laugh
and asked, “Alright, Mr Long, wall. What’s eating at
about you?”
His mouth went into a tight line, and he inched forward. Instinctively, I stepped back, my senses on high alert

His brows furrowed in concern. However, his voice was gentle, “Hey, no need to freak out. I’m not here to hurt you. I just need to
swap contact info, okay?”
The dude was definitely not smooth, that was for sure.
I gave a nod and held out my hand.
He simply gawked at it, totally lost.
With a huff of annoyance, I said, “You’re after my number, aren’t you? Pass me your phone, then.”
It took him a moment, but he finally caught on and fished out his phone, handing it over. I was just about to tell him to punch in
his code when he chimed in, “Oh, it’s already unlocked. I grabbed his phone, punched in my number and a quick note, and
handed it back. “Hey, if you need to chat about what went down, just hit me up. Just for your information, your mom’s passing
threw me for a loop too. Yeah, she put me through the wringer that one time, but no hard feelings here. I’m not about revenge. I
play it straight.”
He took his phone, trying to sound sure. “I’m not eyeing you with suspicion, okay?”
Right, as if I would buy that. I nibbled on my lower lip, mulling it over if he was not doubting me, what was with the theatrics?
Something was off.
Shaking off the confusion, I scoped out a spot to kick back and zone out.
A quick look back revealed Idris and Officer Jackson already making their way toward us from the office.
Officer Jackson caught sight of Gregory and me and flashed us a friendly grin. Idris, always the epitome of chill, just gave
Gregory a brief nod and then swung around to me, “Time to leave.”
I waved goodbye to Officer Jackson and Gregory and tagged along with Idris as we left the police station.
Sliding into his car, Idris turned the key, and the engine hummed to life. He glanced over, calm and collected, “Need a ride to
Scott Corp?”
1 gave a quick nod, not bothering to complain. Trying to flag down a taxi in this area was like trying to find a four–leaf clover.
Since I had already gotten a free ride from him once today, I was not about to pretend I did not need the help now.

The moment we merged onto the main road, I got lost in the blur of trees racing past the window, my thoughts swirling with
questions about Renata’s mysterious death.
My mind started to spin out crazy theories. Could this be a repeat of what happened to Jack? There seemed to be someone
trying to drag Idris’s name through the mud,
“Yvette.” The sound of Idris’s deep voice cut through my daydreams, pulling me back down to earth.
“What?” I turned to check him out. He was all focused, hands glued to the wheel. This guy was truly a knockout–his face was like
it had been carved by the gods, handsome from every single angle. His profile, however, was something else. You know how
they say a little beauty can go a long way in brightening your day? It was totally true.
The light flipped to red, and he brought the car to a smooth halt, shooting me a look just as I was in the middle of my ogling
session. I snapped my head away, feeling my face catch fire as I tried to look all interested in the blinking traffic signal.
He got the picture and let out this sly grin. “Has something got you on edge?”
“No!” I retorted, feeling a little embarrassed.
He let out a laugh. “Go ahead and take it all in if you like what you see. I’m not going to stop you.”
Inhaling deeply, I tried to stay composed. “Who said I liked what I saw? My mind was just wandering, you narcissist!”