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

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

got knocked out and

and come back.” Dexter called Stella with

I didn’t even get a chance

asking you about Phoebe’s whereabouts. What have you done with her?” Stella retorted.

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

was so worked up about; even

smile on my lips, “Don’t worry about

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her, I won’t let you off the hook!” Stella screamed through tears

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

as I

truly lost all hope.

there was a heavy downpour, lightning flashing,

the bed, his eyes cold and threatening. “Phoebe, you keep throwing yourself at me just want me to touch you like this, right? Why are you acting like a bitch? Why are you so

you’re the

damn about my explanations. He grabbed my chin and kissed my lips. His kiss was void of love and fraught with his cathartic desire, “Isn’t this what you wanted? Stop pretending.”

so much…” I cried and begged, but he

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