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.

at Robin and shook my head frantically, “No, it’s not me. I didn’t do it.”

long while before

my eyes shattered at that very

irony, I turned

me; they were even issuing

found my body. But then, none

1/3

13:16

one believed I was dead. And nobody believed

Constantia

it. It’s where I lived with my

Sea City, but we lived a comfortable, happy life.

in the world with loving parents, a beautiful life,

I could never go

the relentless

death. As a lost spirit, I didn’t even have

“Phoebe…”

where are you? Please, come back…”

heard someone crying at the base of the apartment building. The slim figure was squatting and incessantly dialing a phone.

streetlight, I felt myself

and my

my number which had long

scare me,” she murmured between sobs, her voice hoarse due to her crying. She was pleading for Phoebe to come