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 grades, my campus forum photos, my awards, and my paperwork for studying

with foul play, she’d be on a plane heading off to study abroad right about. now.”

Yeah, if I hadn’t died,

now.

he remembers Phoebe, hard to forget a figure like hers. Mentioned she hooked up with Dexter there about two months

my ears numbly, but I couldn’t stop

night, the VIP room was packed. Dexter’s entourage left

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Chapter 18

Robin cursed under his breath.

believe

I hadn’t expected a stranger, someone I’d only

It seemed

to the

the serial killings in Sea City had cast a dark shadow over the

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

you people? Can’t you see I’m the victim here? Why aren’t you going after that psycho

“You’re suspected of

the collar and hauled him into

was

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

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

having any of it, and he marked down Kyle’s admission of guilt toward me on the interrogation record.

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