Facade of Love Novel novel Chapter 463

Maxwell just shrugged. "An old buddy was into them, dragged me along a few times. Saw them on my way back and figured you'd enjoy them, so here they are."

I gave a noncommittal hum, popped a few crawfish into my mouth, and then, unable to help myself, I cracked open the cake box for a sweet treat. The dance of spicy and sweet on my tongue was a sensation like no other, and it was exactly what I needed.

The funk I had been in started to lift. What they said was true: food is magic. It could wash away a world of woes.

He was thumbing through a book, but I could tell his mind was elsewhere—on me. "Haven't you checked out any other books?" he asked.

I glanced back at him, clueless. "Got anything worth reading? It's all economics here. Think I would be into that?"

He curled an eyebrow and let out a soft laugh. "Fair point."

He paused, then started to say something else, "So..."

"You want to know if I saw those papers on your desk, right?" I cut in, tired of his roundabout way of asking. I set down my fork, slid into the seat opposite him, and got straight to the point.

He hesitated, then nodded, admitting it. "Did you read them?"

"Yeah!" Then that it was out there, I figured I might as well be upfront. I looked him in the eye. "However, I only glanced at the newspaper. The rest didn't catch my eye. You're digging into something from a decade ago?"

He nodded, his lips a tight line and book still in hand.

I mirrored his expression, curious. "Find anything?"

I was not sure if he had, or even if he did, whether he would spill the beans.

He seemed surprised by my question, then shook his head. "Nope. Most of that stuff was buried on purpose, and after ten years, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

He took a moment, then with a probing look, he said, "You're really into that old mystery, huh?"

I snatched the book from his grip and shot him a look. "I've got a curious mind. I'm done eating. Time to hit the books. No more chit-chat."

Maxwell probably would not find much about what went down ten years ago. If there was anything to find, someone would have stirred up some noise about it by then.