Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 2

I trailed behind Dexter as we entered the Homicide Division.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, just to confirm with you,” the cops took Dexter to identify some items found at the crime scene clothes, a cell phone, a bag – all mine.

Dexter looked pretty shaken up. It took him a hot minute to speak up. “Where is she?”

“Sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald, from our initial investigation, it’s highly likely she’s been offed. But we haven’t found the body yet.”

“Forget it then, don’t waste your manpower on her; she’s not in trouble.” Dexter snorted with a sneer. “She’s just ditching her stuff on purpose to create suspense. She did these to make me feel guilty and back down.”

Dexter didn’t buy for a second that I was dead. In his eyes, I was just a villain who wouldn’t stop at anything to get what I wanted, and he wished I was really six feet under.

“Are you sure about that, Mr. Fitzgerald?” The cop gave him a puzzled look.

“Positive.” Dexter nodded and looked dead serious, “Sorry for the hassle, I’ll sort it out. Give me three days and I’ll find her.”

There was a storm brewing in Dexter’s eyes: He was clearly ticked off.

I knew him too well; he was pissed that I’d taken the drama too far this time. I suddenly felt like laughing, but the laughter died right beside Dexter.

and he was stalling the police

the day I was killed. I made my last call to him on the day I died, but he just snapped

in despair, got knocked out and taken away by the killer,

come back.” Dexter called Stella with rage boiling

didn’t even get a chance to say her goodbye.

should be asking you about Phoebe’s whereabouts. What have you done with

come home tomorrow, or I won’t bother collecting. her remains even if she dies

couldn’t fathom what he was so worked up about; even his

mocking smile on my lips, “Don’t worry about collecting my body, because you

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cops, you scumbag. If anything happens to her, I

clenched, his laugh dripping with sarcasm, “Is this her new trick? Using this to force me

blurred as I watched Dexter.

I truly lost

week before my death, there was a

want me to touch you like this, right? Why are you acting like a bitch? Why are you so desperate for

had an engagement and you’re

give a damn about my explanations. He grabbed my chin and kissed my lips. His kiss was void of love and fraught with

hurts so much…” I cried and begged, but