My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 798

Tristan Davis’s expression soured instantly, catching the attention of the officers, who glanced at her more than once.

The facts matched Jeremy Cox’s account exactly: Emily Blair recalled the times she’d approached Alex White, all because of the tangled mess with Matthew Ross.

If that truly was the case, then Alex White had gotten caught up in this with absolutely no warning—collateral damage in someone else’s disaster.

One of the officers frowned. “We already asked about him turning himself in. His answer was that he’ll surrender whenever he feels like it.”

As the officer repeated Jeremy Cox’s words, a hint of annoyance crept into his tone. “Jeremy said he wanted to see the precinct running around in circles trying to find him. It gave him a sense of accomplishment. Now that he’s enjoyed the spectacle, he’s ready to surrender. He said the police would track him down sooner or later anyway, so he’d rather turn himself in and maybe get a lighter sentence.”

There was nothing illogical about any of it.

The officer continued, “The evidence is solid. Our superiors want us to close the case.”

Emily nodded after a moment’s silence. “Thank you for your work.”

The officer turned to Alex. “Mr. White, do you have any other questions?”

For the first time in what felt like forever, Emily allowed herself a full look at Alex White.

His face was leaner, etched with exhaustion. A ring of dark stubble framed his jaw, unkempt, as if he hadn’t bothered to shave in days. The easy confidence he used to wear like armor was gone, replaced with something shadowed and withdrawn.

Emily felt a pang tighten in her chest. She felt powerless.

Alex shook his head. “No.” His voice was rough, barely more than a rasp.

Emily dropped her gaze, fingers twisting together.

The officers saw them out. At the door, Emily stopped Alex just as he was about to get into his car.

He didn’t look at her. “Excuse me,” he said quietly. “I’d like to get by.”

She hesitated, debating whether to bring up Isabella Austin, but in the end, she held her tongue.

Seeing Alex like this—so lost, so undone—it was obvious Isabella’s death had gutted him.

Emily understood.

From his perspective, there was nothing she could say that would make any of this better.

She wanted to tell him to take care of himself, but barely got the words out before Alex cut her off.

“Don’t,” he said, voice tight.

Emily fell silent.

Alex’s eyes closed, his face twisted with pain. “Isabella’s gone. The last memory she had of me was me standing with you, ganging up on her. That’s not—” He broke off, voice faltering, pale and shaken. “If—if I’d known it would come to this, I never would’ve helped you. I don’t even know if helping you was right or wrong. Isabella made mistakes, but I never wanted her to die…”