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.

dead, and he was stalling

made my last call to him on the day I died, but he just snapped back after picking it up, “Phoebe, will you

knocked out and taken away by the killer, then

come back.” Dexter called Stella with rage boiling as soon as he left the police

friend, and I didn’t even get a chance to say

asking you about Phoebe’s whereabouts. What have

She better come home tomorrow, or I won’t bother collecting. her remains even

couldn’t fathom what he was so worked up

a mocking smile on my lips, “Don’t worry about collecting

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anything happens to her, I won’t let

new trick? Using this to

as I watched

moment, I truly lost all

week before my death, there was a heavy downpour, lightning flashing, thunder

threatening. “Phoebe, you keep throwing yourself at me just want me to

an engagement and you’re the

and kissed my lips. His kiss

so much…” I cried and begged, but he