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

in a panic.

face was a storm cloud, and

through the orphanage, everyone holding their breath. Even the police dogs were

on the 15th?” Robin murmured,

where are you? I’m

of the dark. Can’t you say

the killer this time, can I

I have paid off my debt to you? Give me a figure;

please, just say something.”

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a chilling monologue of my terrified whispers in the alley, begging for

face turned ghostly pale, his breath shaky.

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

he protested weakly, hands shaking.

tears. You see, Dexter, it’s painful to be powerless, isn’t it?

I want to leave…”

let me go, but as I turned

“Mmm… help… help…”

“Dexter…”

“Save me…”

and clamped

fading, the chaos in the recording dissolving into

edge, including me.

in that recording; I had

welling with tears. He spun

did you find this recording, damn it, tell

legs weak. “Yesterday… It was yesterday…”

Dexter roared like a wild

to the ground, his face ashen. “The cops… the day they came asking about the 15th, when they said Phoebe