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.

a fan of drawing; they could find all my artwork. They’d find my top grades,

hadn’t met with foul play, she’d be on a plane heading off to study abroad right about. now.” Robin

pang of pain hitting my chest. Yeah, if I hadn’t died, I’d be far away

now.

Jason hit up a bartender at Nocturne Club. Says he remembers Phoebe, hard to forget a figure like hers. Mentioned she hooked up with

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

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

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under his breath. “A bunch

believe

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

seemed that he was empathizing with me.

him to the police station.

quickly; after all, the serial killings in Sea City had

Kyle,

I’m the victim here? Why aren’t you

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, “What? Who the hell did I

Robin grabbed Kyle by the collar and hauled

hands was my diary.

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

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

down Kyle’s

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