Chapter 289

The two of them went to the station—Curtis Stockton and Noah Hyde, both the textbook definition of cooperative citizens. Seriously, they didn’t give the cops any trouble at all. Curtis sat in for the whole thing, even when they were "questioning" Noah. “Noah Hyde, on April twentieth—yesterday—you were at Velvet Noir, correct?” Noah stayed calm, gave a slight nod. “Yeah.” “What time did you leave?” “Can’t remember,” he shrugged. He dipped when he felt like it, not like he was checking the clock. “But I got home around one or two in the morning.” The officer jotted that down. “We’ll need you to walk us through your route, from when you left the club to when you got home. We’ll pull surveillance footage to confirm.” Noah wasn’t hiding anything, so he just laid it out plainly. “Did you see the deceased, Matthew Stockton, at Velvet Noir last night?” “Nope,” he answered without blinking. He hadn’t seen the footage yet, but he damn well knew who he had and hadn’t run into. The two officers ex