Chapter 753 Do Him a Solid

I bit my lip, a weird mix of feelings churning inside. After a quiet moment, I asked, "Do you need me to do anything?" Inch shook his head. "No, I just came to give you these things." With that, he stood up and started to leave, his steps shaky. I watched him go, feeling like he was from another lifetime. He made it to the yard and then stopped short. He looked back at me, uncertain, and asked, "Ms. Scott, about Luke's ashes, do you know what the cops did with them?" I froze, my mind blank, unsure of how to respond. It took what felt like an eternity before I could muster the words, "He wasn't a citizen of Lake City. The local police can't bring his body back." He stood there, rigid as a statue. After a heavy silence, he chuckled—a sound more bitter than sweet—and said, "Life's full of no-win situations, huh? Can't even get a break in death." He paused, a long, thoughtful silence hanging between us. Then he looked at me with a plea in his eyes. "Ms. Scott, could I ask a favor of