Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110 The Island in the Lake 

Liam ended the call with a chuckle and said to me, “She’ll watch over Iddy. Let’s hit the road!” 

I nodded and we left the hospital, making a beeline for the casino down south. 

Liam drove, marveling at the towering new buildings we passed. “Lake City’s been booming these last couple of years. They’re really throwing up these. skyscrapers fast.” 

I just nodded, my mind elsewhere. Sweety had been in trouble since last night, and I had no clue how she was now. 

“Hey, I heard the Scott Corporation’s hit a rough patch,” Liam said, throwing a glance my way as he navigated the streets. 

I nodded again, and to show I was not just brushing him off, I grunted an acknowledgment. 

He did not press on and instead floored it, taking us toward the suburbs. 

As we left the city behind, I was itching with questions. However, before I could ask anything, my phone buzzed. It was Officer Jackson. 

“Officer Jackson, any news?” I asked as soon as I picked up. 

“Yeah,” he grunted back. “We’ve been tailing Noah for days. Think he might be holed up in that southside casino, but it’s not a sure thing. That place is tricky for us to just waltz into, so we’re working on a way to sneak a peek. I’ve got officers on stakeout elsewhere, too. But don’t worry, Ms. Scott, if your person’s with Noah, we’ll get them back.” 

I nodded to myself, thanking him over and over. 

After the call, I was left wondering. Why was the department not making a move on Noah just yet? 

A political fugitive who had been in hiding was now back home, and oddly enough, no one was making a move against him. It just did not add up. 

Llet out a heavy sigh. 

Catching my sigh, Liam shot me a look and said in a soothing tone, “Don’t sweat it. I’ve crossed paths with Noah a few times. Sure, he’s tough as nails, but we’re his turf now, and he’s not one to stir up trouble where he knows he shouldn’t 

nod, though I could not shake the unease clinging to me 

Chapter 110 The Island in the Lake 

Liam ended the call with a chuckle and said to me, “She’ll watch over Iddy. Let’s hit the road!” 

I nodded and we left the hospital, making a beeline for the casino down south. 

Liam drove, marveling at the towering new buildings we passed. “Lake City’s been booming these last couple of years. They’re really throwing up these skyscrapers fast.” 

I just nodded, my mind elsewhere. Sweety had been in trouble since last night, and I had no clue how she was now. 

“Hey, I heard the Scott Corporation’s hit a rough patch,” Liam said, throwing a glance my way as he navigated the streets. 

I nodded again, and to show I was not just brushing him off, I grunted an acknowledgment. 

He did not press on and instead floored it, taking us toward the suburbs. 

As we left the city behind, I was itching with questions. However, before I could ask anything, my phone buzzed. It was Officer Jackson. 

“Officer Jackson, any news?” I asked as soon as I picked up. 

“Yeah,” he grunted back. “We’ve been tailing Noah for days. Think he might be holed up in that southside casino, but it’s not a sure thing. That place is tricky for us to just waltz into, so we’re working on a way to sneak a peek. I’ve got officers on stakeout elsewhere, too. But don’t worry, Ms. Scott, if your person’s with Noah, we’ll get them back.” 

I nodded to myself, thanking him over and over. 

After the call, I was left wondering. Why was the department not making a move on Noah just yet? 

A political fugitive who had been in hiding was now back home, and oddly enough, no one was making a move against him. It just did not add up. 

1 let out a heavy sigh. 

Catching my sigh, Liam shot me a look and said in a soothing tone, “Don’t sweat I’ve crossed paths with Noah a few times. Sure, he’s tough as nails, but we’re his turf now, and he’s not one to stir up trouble where he knows he shouldn’t. 

though I could not shake the unease clinging to me 

As we drove on, the cityscape had long faded behind us. “Why’s this casino way out here in the sticks?” I wondered aloud. 

Liam nodded. “Well, it’s called a casino, but it’s more like a place for Lake City’s elites to kick back. They like their peace and quiet, so they tucked it away out here.