Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 23

“Maybe… we’ve all been looking in the wrong direction? Maybe the killer isn’t a man at all, but a woman? What if it’s Phoebe herself?” the female officer shared her hunch with Robin.

Robin stayed silent.

I tried desperately to explain, but it was no use.

They couldn’t hear my screams, nor could they understand why the murderer would kill me and scatter my belongings across so many victims.

First, it was a bracelet, then earring.

What was this lunatic trying to do?

I followed Robin to the desolate stretch of Boundless River, far from the old, abandoned orphanage.

Clearly, the killer was dumping the body after the deed, letting the river carry it downstream to this secluded spot where they would eventually be found.

Standing by the riverbank, I looked at the body covered with a white sheet and, despite being dead, I was still scared enough to cover my eyes.

See, I’m a coward even as a specter.

“The earring is definitely Phoebe’s. The last body had Phoebe’s bracelet, and this one has her earring. What is the killer trying to say?” Cory pondered with suspicion. “Could Lilly be spot on about Phoebe being the killer?”

“Even if it’s not Phoebe, she’s definitely connected. She’s missing now, and her friends are adamant she’s not dead, just playing a game of hide–and–seek. Maybe she is the killer or the killer’s accomplice!” Cory said in anger.

“I heard people say Phoebe had her eyes on Dexter and would do anything to marry into the Fitzgeralds. She wouldn’t really know the killer and leave her stuff at the crime scene to provoke Dexter and Melody, would she?” Amelia, another officer, joined in.

and shook my head frantically, “No, it’s not

was quiet for a long while before finally speaking, “Issue a warrant

my

the police with irony, I turned away,

trust me; they were even issuing a warrant for my arrest.

would feel guilty for their suspicions when they found my body. But then, none of that mattered to me anymore.

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13:16

No one believed I was dead. And nobody believed I was killed by

the Constantia Estate.

realizing it. It’s where I lived with my family before

family in Sea City, but

in the world with loving parents, a beautiful life, and a bright future.

all destroyed. I could never go back to

through the streets, I let the relentless traffic pass through my

As a lost spirit, I didn’t even have the right to seek death.

“Phoebe…”

are you?

the apartment building. The

streetlight, I felt myself

friend and my best friend who

dialing my number which had long

don’t scare me,” she murmured between sobs, her voice