Chapter 315 Jack's death

It seemed Idris had had a tough night himself. He responded with a low grunt, revealing little reaction, as if he was still lost in a daze of sleep. I paused, staring at his unreadable face. "Jack's gone," I said again, a little louder. He knitted his brows, a soft, "Hmm..." escaping him. As the sound faded, I could see the news sinking in. He gave me a sharp look, his dark eyes squinting. "You think I had a hand in it?" Man, he jumped to conclusions like a pro. I blinked, shook my head quickly. "No, I'm not saying it was you, but how can you be so sure he did not just end it himself?" His frown melted away, his voice as chilly as a winter breeze. "He would not do that to himself." It seemed we were on the same wavelength. The car went quiet for a moment before he turned to look at me with a sly grin. "So, you were going to find me, huh?" I just nodded. There was no use in trying to hide it. "Worried about me?" he asked, his voice all playful with a laugh just waiting to burst