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.

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

heading off to study abroad right about. now.” Robin glanced at the clock and

Yeah, if I hadn’t died, I’d be far away from

now.

Phoebe, hard to forget a figure like hers. Mentioned she hooked up with Dexter there about two months ago.” An officer rushed

couldn’t stop myself hearing the invasion of my

left early. Whether

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cursed under his breath. “A bunch of

seemed to believe me deep down.

stranger, someone I’d only met once, to trust

It seemed that he was empathizing with

to the

order was issued quickly; after all, the serial killings in Sea City had cast

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

Why aren’t you going after that psycho

be punished even if he kills you,” Robin warned him coldly, then pressed on. “You’re suspected of sexual assault and harassment, so cut the crap.” Kyle was taken aback,

Kyle by the collar and hauled him into

was my diary.

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

blurted out. The guy was not the sharpest tool in

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

behind Robin, I felt a sense of relief.