Chapter 113 All Three Of Us(1)

• Malik was in the same spot I left him when I entered the restaurant. His head rose a little like he could sense my presence. He probably could. Seeing him look so calm annoyed me. If he had come out to check on me, I wouldn’t have had to listen to Waylen’s jargon. Malik wasn’t a murderer.
• I slid back into my chair without a word. Our food wasn’t here yet, and I looked at him with questions in my eyes. He smiled, but I couldn’t bring myself to repay it. When his hand touched mine, I forced myself to stay still. This same hand took Mr. Parker’s life.
• No, it didn’t. I had to stop thinking that way.