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.

looked helplessly at Robin and shook my head frantically, “No, it’s not me. I

quiet for a long while before finally speaking, “Issue

my eyes shattered at that very moment.

police with irony, I turned away, feeling powerless.

even issuing a warrant for my

when they found my body. But then, none of that mattered

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13:16

I was dead. And nobody believed I was killed by Melody. They all

Constantia Estate.

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

rich family in Sea City, but we lived a comfortable, happy

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

was all destroyed. I could never go back

streets, I let the relentless traffic

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

“Phoebe…”

where are you? Please,

base of the apartment building. The slim

streetlight, I felt myself shaking.

childhood friend and my best friend who grew

dialing my number which had long been

voice