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.

helplessly at Robin and shook my head frantically, “No,

was quiet for a long while before

hope in my eyes shattered at that

with irony, I

didn’t trust me; they were even issuing a

they found my body.

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trusted me. No one believed I was dead. And nobody believed I was killed by Melody. They all

the Constantia Estate.

found myself wandering back to my old home without realizing it. It’s where I lived with my family before the

Sea City, but we lived a

I was the luckiest girl in the world

was all destroyed. I could never go back to how things

the relentless traffic pass through my soul.

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

“Phoebe…”

where are you?

at the base of the apartment building. The slim figure was squatting and incessantly

streetlight, I

my childhood friend and my best friend who grew up with

number which had long

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