Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 18

Robin couldn’t hear me, but I knew he wanted to crack the case fast to prevent any more women from getting hurt.

Maybe it was a cop’s intuition, but right now, it seemed like Robin was the only one who believed something had happened to me.

“You guys have to investigate so many people and so many cases. That must be exhausting. huh?” I muttered to myself, probably because I was truly desperate.

“Robin! Here’s everything on Phoebe. Her phone is pretty banged up, sent it off to tech for recovery. Might take a while. Data from Phoebe’s phone will be recovered and exported once it’s fixed.

“I cringed internally. That meant they could see everything–my browsing history and my diary

notes.

Robin had me thoroughly investigated.

To be honest, I was curious about the type of person I would be in someone else’s

investigation.

Robin glanced over my file, noting how I had watched my parents die in a car crash at eighteen. The first photo in the file was from the accident scene.

I instinctively shut my eyes, not daring to remember.

“The Fitzgeralds took Phoebe in. You’d think they had a good relationship, but the way Dexter talks about her, you’d think they were enemies,” a young officer muttered under his breath.

Robin stayed quiet, studying my file intently.

loved peace and was a fan of drawing; they could find all my artwork. They’d find my

play, she’d be on a plane heading off to study abroad right about. now.” Robin glanced at the clock

paused, a pang of pain hitting my chest. Yeah, if I hadn’t died, I’d be far away from Sea City by

now.

Mentioned she hooked up with Dexter there about two months ago.” An officer rushed over

numbly, but I couldn’t stop myself

Dexter’s entourage left early. Whether Phoebe was willing… that’s

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cursed under his breath. “A

seemed to believe me deep down.

grateful. I hadn’t expected a stranger, someone I’d

seemed that he

him to

all, the serial killings in Sea City had cast a dark

enough, Dexter and his cronies were hauled in for questioning; even Kyle, bruised and battered, was dragged from the hospital by

victim here? Why aren’t you going after that

he kills you,” Robin warned him coldly, then pressed on. “You’re suspected of sexual

the collar and hauled him

Robin’s hands was

how these people

favor,” Kyle blurted out. The guy was not the sharpest

and he marked down Kyle’s admission

felt a sense of relief. This way, Kyle would get what he