The officer's questions kept rolling in successions.But Mason's answers sent shivers down my spine.Each word that came out of his mouth made me out to be the villain,while he portrayed himself as the victim.
In the middle of the questioning,he handed his business card over to the officers.
"Find her,and please,don't press charges.I wouldn't want her wasting more of public funds."
When he said that,he gave them my address as well,playing the card of the perfect law-abiding citizen.
I rolled my eyes at the charade before me.If I didn't know better,I would have found his act believable.His hypocrisy made me want to puke,but I guess spirits didn't puke.
The older officer's expression changed upon seeing the card."The Reed Corporation's successor?"
Mason smiled slightly."I'd advise you all not to waste anymore of your precious time looking for Peyton.She will surface soon when she's done playing hide and seek."
He got up,adjusted his clothes by straightening out the imaginary lines on his clothes before saying,"I have business to attend to,so I'll get going now."
And with that,he left without uttering another word.I wondered what his expression was going to be when he saw my body.Was he going to realize his stupidity all this time?
The more I thought about it,the more I realized that even I could pay a fortune just to see that.
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(Peyton's POV)
As Mason took long strides,the station seemed to fade into the distance.As he left the building,his face grew darker than when he first entered.
I hovered nearby,observing him closely.He walked hastily to his car but didn't get in;instead,he brought out a cigarette,lighting it and taking a deep puff out of it.
The fiery ember illuminated his chiseled,troubled face.He looked like his was lost in thoughts.I wondered what he was thinking about.
"No way...there's no way…"he muttered to himself,a flicker of panic appeared laced in his voice,"She wouldn't actually be in trouble…I mean,Peyton is good at manipulating others to do her bidding"
He took several deep puffs but it didn't calm his frustration and it showed in the way he grunted.
His slender fingers tappedimpatiently on the car door,as if weighed down by worry.
I watch,unmoved.
Who is this show for?The police or himself?
If he truly cared,he'd have told the police about Harper Reese's apartment.
Is he worried about himself?
His phone rings,breaking his thoughts.