Chapter 248 Private Conversation
Jean and Jolene agreed to meet at a park near the police station.
+8 Pearis
Jolene was dressed down today, wearing a soft gray hoolie that made her look fresh and relaxed. She waved the moment she spotted Jean, flashing an easy smile. “Over here.”
Jean had just stepped off the bus, but her eyes instantly locked on Jolene.
“Have you been waiting long?” she asked as she jogged over, sounding a little sheepish.
She hadn’t expected Jolene to arrive early.
Jolene glanced at her watch and shook her head casually. “Not really. Just a few minutes before you got here.”
“Let’s go.” She nodded toward the nearby police station. “Might as well head in.”
Today, it was just the two of them.
Neither Mindy nor Sofia would–be joining. Jean had made up her mind–she needed to talk to Asher alone.
There was something she had to confirm.
With Jolene taking the lead, everything went smoothly. They made it into the police station’s visitation area without any trouble.
After about ten minutes of waiting-
Jean finally saw him.
Asher.
He walked out at an unhurried pace, his expression unreadable.
Jean turned toward Jolene and hesitated, then spoke carefully, “Do you mind if I talk to him alone?“/
Jolene blinked at her, surprised. But she didn’t question it. She just smiled and nodded. “Sure. I wait outside.”
As Jolene exited the room, Asher reached the other side of the glass divider.
They stared at each other for a moment, quiet.
He looked thinner. His skin had that dull, pale tone you get from being locked indoors without sunlight. But his face hadn’t changed much. Still calm. Still cold
Still impossible to read.
Jean didn’t say anything right away. She sat down first.
Asher followed suit..
Another long silence.
1/2
Ividy o
Chapter 248 Private Conversation
48%3
8 Pearls
“Are you doing okay?” Jean finally asked, even though she knew there was no way things could be ‘okay‘ m
here.
She smiled, soft and warm.
Asher was quiet. It took him a while to respond.
“I’m fine,” he said eventually.
“I came here to ask you something.” Jean didn’t bother with small talk. She got straight to the point. “That night–why were you at Tri Street? And how were you so sure it was Thomas who did it?”
She paused. “Theard you still won’t explain any of this. Not even to your lawyer.”
The smile faded from her lips. Her brow furrowed without meaning to.
Asher had refused to tell Sofia. Or Mindy. Or even Jolene.
Jolene had mentioned it before–after meeting with Asher, she’d quietly admitted to Jean that her hands were tied. He wasn’t cooperating. And no matter how good a lawyer she was, she couldn’t defend someone who gave her nothing to work with.
That was why Jean came.
Because if anyone else was in the room, he’d never say a word.
Now, it was just the two of them.
Asher’s eyes flickered for just a second–something dark and unreadable behind them. But he stayed silent. His lips pressed tight.
Jean kept her voice light, almost teasing. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. In that case–how about I take a guess?”
She tilted her head, eyes bright.
“You can just tell me if I’m right.”
242
