Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 36

“Officer Robin, you think this is where it all started?” his partner queried with a raised brow.

Robin nodded without a word.

Colin’s eyes were glued to a particular door; he turned and began searching the room.

The old orphanage was gigantic, abandoned for many years, and although the police had scoped it out before, they’d never found anything of substance.

Colin picked up a stick and prodded through the debris.

I trailed behind Robin, my nerves on edge.

Was the truth about to surface? The long arm of the law misses nothing; if the cops were diligent, they’d find the original crime scene for sure.

Dexter’s complexion was ashen, and he followed the police, silent as the grave.

“Dexter…” Hank’s voice quivered, choked with words he hesitated to speak.

“Spit it out,” Dexter snapped, eyes narrowing in warning.

“I… in my garage, there’s a surveillance gear… I checked it yesterday, and there’s an audio file from the night of the 15th,” Hank stammered, legs trembling.

He had been wrestling with whether to disclose this information.

Seeing Dexter ditch his own wedding plans today to look for me had thrown Hank into panic.

It was clear as day: Hank was scared out of his wits, terrified the cops would knock on his door

next.

“I’m sorry… I swear I didn’t know. I was clueless…” Hank thrust a USB drive into Dexter’s hand

retreated in a panic.

cloud, and he

their breath. Even the police dogs were

the hell happened that night on the 15th?” Robin murmured, plugging the USB into a

where are you?

Dexter… I’m afraid of the dark. Can’t you say something, please?”

killer this time, can I go? Let me

paid off my debt to you? Give me a figure; I’ll pay you back. I promise.”

please, just say something.”

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whispers in the alley, begging for Dexter to speak, to give

pale, his

she glared at Dexter. “You’re a complete bastard! You let Phoebe go to Tangle Lane alone! You sent her to her death,

protested weakly, hands shaking.

Dexter, it’s painful to be powerless, isn’t it?

I

plea to Dexter to let me go, but

“Mmm… help… help…”

“Dexter…”

“Save me…”

and clamped

fading, the chaos in

on edge, including me.

that

his eyes welling with tears. He spun around to

you find this recording, damn it,

his legs weak. “Yesterday… It

like a wild

asking about the 15th, when they