Chapter 197


    Chapter 197 No Evidence on Either Side


    Maybe my words stung her because she balled her hands into fists, her eyes zing red as she stared


    me down. “Yvette, what’s with the smug look? You think you’ve won? Don’t forget, Noah’s dead


    because of you. Sure, I might be behind bars for a while, but what about you? Hiding Noah’s b*dy won’t


    keep you safe forever. Once the cops find it, you’ll be the one rotting in jail for life.”


    Her audacity was so ridiculous it made meugh. Did she really believe her own lies about setting


    people up?


    “Me, in jail?” I chuckled. “Moore, did you forget who really killed Noah? Have you gotten so wrapped up


    in your act that you lost touch with reality? You’d better hope Noah’s b*dy stays hidden, or you’re the


    one wearing prison stripes forever.”


    She sneered with disdain. “Oh, really? Got any proof? Any evidence that pins the murder on me?”


    When I stayed silent, her sneer grew colder, her taunts sharper. “Yvette, you’ve got nothing, and


    that’s why you had to stash that jerk’s b*dy. Actually, I owe you one for taking care of the mess for me.


    I was so sick of her brazen lies. I did not want to waste another minute on her.


    I dropped the walkie–talkie and shut her out.


    That got her riled up. She started pounding on the ss, demanding I pick up again. But her racket


    caught the guards‘ attention, and they hauled her off.


    I was on edge, regretting this pointless trip. If only I’d known there’d be nothing to say to her. I would


    not have bothereding.


    Stepping out of the police station lobby, my luck tanked when I bumped into someone I knew–Idris.


    He still stood out even among a sea of cops who carried themselves with a no–nonsense air. He was


    deep in conversation with Officer Jackson, and I was not about to interrupt them.


    I was all set to quietly leave when Officer Jackson caught me. “Ms. Scott.” I barely managed a half-


    smile and a stiff, “Officer Jackson.”


    He gave me a small smile. “Heading out?”


    I just nodded. “Yeah.”


    I brushed past them, not giving Idris a second nce, and made a beeline for my car, keys in hand,


    ready to hit the road.


    “Yvette.” The voice was not loud, but it was close enough to make me turn. There stood Idris, way too


    close forfort. I bit back my annoyance. “What’s up?”


    He was all cool and collected. “Came to see Moore?”


    I scrunched up my face. He was here for the same reason, so why the chitchat? “Do you need


    Chapter 197 No Evidence on Either Side


    something from me?”


    He took a casual look at my car and echoed, “Leaving?”


    I nodded, my patience wearing thin. “Look, if there’s nothing important, I’ve gotta go.”


    With that, I slid into the driver’s seat.


    Bang!


    Bang!


    Two doors mmed shut–one mine, and the other the passenger’s.


    I turned to see Idris settling in beside me, uninvited. My brow creased in confusion. “Did you need a


    lift?”


    He buckled up and said casually, “My car’s out ofmission. Mind if I hitch a ride with you to the


    hospital?”


    I raised an eyebrow at his audacity and was momentarily speechless. Was he seriously bumming a


    ride off me?


    Biting my l*p, I decided not to make a fuss, fired up the engine, and pulled away from the police


    station.


    I was hoping for a silent trip, but Idris had other ns. “How’s the prep for Avaloria’s bidsing


    along?” he asked out of the blue.


    “Pretty much done,” I answered, keeping my voice neutral.


    He nodded. “Maybe we could set up a dinner with the city folks and hash things out over a meal.”


    I just hummed in response, focusing on the road. “Thanks forst night, by the way.” If Idris hadn’t been


    there, Jack might not have let me off the hook so easily.


    “Don’t mention it. Just try to avoid trouble next time,” he advised, his voice calm but with an


    undertone of concern.


    It had been ages since we had a real, peaceful conversation like this.


    A lump formed in my throat as I spoke up, “Grandma’s probably getting better. Let’s chat with her soon


    and then swing by the local office to finalize the divorce.” The papers were signed and we were


    living apart, so there was no point in waiting more.


    He did not say anything, and I thought he was preupied. A quick nce his way, and I caught him


    silently watching the world zip by outside the window.


    I pressed on. “We need to clear the air with Grandma, one way or another.”


    All I got back was silence.


    Finally, after what felt like forever, he let out a sigh and simply said, “Alright.”


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