Facade of Love

Chapter 262

Chapter 262 Guilt Made Manifest

Leaning back, I watched her struggle to keep her rage and fear at bay, and I could not suppress a smirk. “So you admit he’s only nice to me because of a past favor? What about you, then? He’s been sweet to you for five years. Was it love? Would you believe it if you said it out loud? Moore, you’ve been living off his scraps, thinking he actually cares about you and that he loves you. If he really did, would he not have come to see you at least once since you’ve been stuck in here?”

She was lost for words, her expression a mix of defiance and defeat.

I twirled the bracelet in my fingers, a slight smile on my lips. “See this? It’s from the Youngs‘ grandma. Only those who’ve got the nod from Idris and Madam Young get to wear this. Moore, my dear sister, it looks like you’re never going to get your hands on it.”

“Yvette!” Moore lost it, leaping to her feet, a wild look in her eyes. She grabbed a chair and hurled it at me, roaring, “You’re not getting away with this! You will be stuck here for life, and if I have to, I’ll take you down with me, even if it’s to the grave!”

She was off the rails, but luckily for me, the cops outside were on their toes. They burst in and pinned her down in no time.

As they dragged her out, she shot me a venomous look. “Think Idris can save you, Yvette? You were the idiot who hid Noah’s body. Now all the evidence is gone. Get ready to rot in this cell- no one’s coming for you. Nobody!”

After she was gone, I just stood there, my mind racing. All the evidence… gone?

Was there really proof out there that I did not kill Noah?

Is that why Moore kept quiet at first, even though she knew about Noah’s death and that I hid the body? Was she stalling to destroy the evidence? Did she have an accomplice?

With these thoughts swirling, I turned to Officer Jackson as he walked in. “Officer Jackson, can I ask you something?”

He had seen the whole showdown with Moore on the monitors. He nodded when I caught his eye. “Go ahead.”

“You said before that someone saw Moore before she turned me in. Can you track that person down?” I asked. Moore had been quiet until that meeting, then out of the blue, she accused me. It had to be connected to that visitor.

Officer Jackson’s eyebrows knitted together as he thought. “You mean that guy, Billy Wilson?”

I did not know him, but he had visited Moore at the station, so they would have his name on record. I nodded. “Yeah.”

Officer Jackson gave a nod, a brief pause, and continued, “I had someone check him out. It turns out he’s not from around here. Plus, after he saw Moore, he left the country again. Right now, we cannot pin down where he has gone.”

“He’s not here?” I was shocked. “Did you guys look into what he was doing while he was here?

Officer Jackson shook his head. “Seems like he came straight to the station to see Moore and

took off right after I asked Moore about him, and she said he’s an old friend from when she and Noah were abroad. He was in town on business and dropped by to see her.”

frowned, mulling it over Moore’s explanation was not far–fetched. She and Noah had been overseas for years, knowing some people from there made sense. Them stopping by while on bustness here was not out of the ordinary.

Noticing my silence, Officer Jackson let out a soft sigh. “With Noah’s death, you and Moore tell diferent tales. You, in particular, need solid proof to clear your name, or you’re as good as convicted.”

He put it gently, but I was not nalve. I could tell they were pretty much set on me being the

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I paused, gathering my thoughts, before I turned to him. “Have you guys checked out Moore’s old haunts? What about the crash site? Could you maybe send someone to give it another once -over?”

Officer Jackson let out a weary sigh as if he could read my mind. “We’ve been over those places, Ms. Scott. Trust me, we’re pros at sniffing out clues, but it has been ages, so most of the evidence is gone. Your buddy wrecked the scene where Noah died so bad that we did not even get a snapshot to work with. We’re cops, not miracle workers. We can’t fix what has been totally trashed.”