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.

my head frantically, “No, it’s not me. I

was quiet for a long while before finally

in my

with irony, I

even issuing a warrant for my arrest.

feel guilty for their suspicions when they found my body. But then, none of

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dead. And nobody

Constantia

home without realizing it. It’s where I lived with my family before the accident that took my parents.

weren’t a rich family in Sea City, but we lived a comfortable, happy

I was the luckiest girl in the world with loving parents,

could never go back to how things were.

let the relentless traffic pass

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

“Phoebe…”

where are you? Please, come back…”

base of the apartment building. The slim figure

I felt

was Stella, my childhood friend and my best friend

number which

don’t scare me,” she murmured between sobs, her voice hoarse due to her crying. She was