Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 5

Four days before my death.

Wearing a red dress, I was shaking like a leaf in the alley.

“Act natural,” came Dexter’s voice through the earpiece.

I walked back and forth from one end of the alley to the other, but no shady characters in sight.

“Dexter, maybe the killer Isn’t Into her, eh?”

“Ha–ha, even a murderer has standards.”

The laughter of Dexter and his cronies echoed in my earpiece.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I crouched on the ground. For a moment, I was dying for a good

cry.

That night, I didn’t manage to balt the killer.

They didn’t let up on me, though.

Flare Alley at night. Still no sign of their target.

Tangle Lane where the stalking happened. Dexter said to head there after work

went to Tangle Lane after my shift.

someone was really on

I think someone’s behind me.” I was freaking out, calling

was their goofing around. Nobody was listening. Something felt off, so I kept dialing

Dexter.

picked up, he snapped at me. “Phoebe, will you ever give it a rest? Why don’t you just drop dead? Did you get Melody yesterday and tell her we’re engaged to get her off your back? Let me tell you, if anything happens

fear, I

of nowhere, covering my mouth and nose.

I struggled but it was all

day of the

stashed in a big wooden crate, the kind for fragite china with slits that

tried to get in. I saw a tall fours in

face. Pale skin, long and unkempt hair. Even with strands covering half of his face,

is an appropriate word for a

and ghostly skin, he was obviously mixed–race. And he reeked

dare make a

he seemed to be searching for something. Then he picked up an ave from the

my mouth in fear and cautiously climbed out of the crate, trying

I didn’t get far before someone knocked me out from behind and hit me to