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.

my artwork. They’d find my top

on a plane heading off to study abroad

I hadn’t died, I’d be far away from

now.

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

covered my ears numbly, but I couldn’t stop myself hearing the invasion of

VIP room was packed. Dexter’s entourage left early.

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under his breath. “A bunch of lowlifes!”

to believe me deep down.

expected a stranger, someone I’d only met once,

seemed

followed him to

killings in Sea City had cast a dark shadow over

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

with you people? Can’t you see I’m the victim here? Why aren’t

then pressed on. “You’re suspected of sexual assault and harassment, so cut the crap.” Kyle was taken aback, “What? Who the hell did I sexually assault?”

by the collar and hauled him into the

was

of keeping a diary. Afraid I’d forget how these people hurt me, I

doing her a favor,” Kyle blurted out. The guy was not the

down Kyle’s admission of guilt

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