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.

they could find all my artwork. They’d find my top

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

I hadn’t died,

now.

at Nocturne Club. Says he remembers Phoebe, hard to forget a figure like hers. Mentioned she hooked up with Dexter there about two months ago.” An officer rushed over to share what

ears numbly, but I couldn’t stop myself hearing

left

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Chapter 18

Robin cursed under his breath. “A bunch of

to believe me deep down.

hadn’t expected a stranger, someone I’d only met once, to trust me.

anger. It seemed that he was empathizing with me.

followed him to the police

the serial killings in Sea City had cast

and his cronies were hauled in for questioning; even Kyle, bruised and battered, was dragged

here? Why aren’t you going

then pressed on. “You’re suspected of sexual assault and harassment, so cut the crap.” Kyle was taken aback,

by the collar and hauled him into the interrogation

Robin’s hands was my

a diary. Afraid I’d forget how these people hurt

in the mirror. Touching her was doing her a favor,” Kyle blurted out. The guy was not the sharpest tool in the shed; he was spoiled by money

having any of it, and he marked down Kyle’s admission of guilt toward me

sense of relief.