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

and he turned to look

the orphanage, everyone holding their breath. Even

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

Dexter, where are

dark. Can’t you say something, please?”

they catch the killer this time, can I go? Let

debt to you? Give

just say something.”

Chapter 36

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

turned ghostly pale,

as she glared at Dexter. “You’re a complete bastard! You let

he protested

my tears. You see, Dexter, it’s painful to be

I’m scared… I want to leave…”

Dexter to let me go, but as I turned to leave, a over my

“Mmm… help… help…”

“Dexter…”

“Save me…”

and clamped

the chaos in the recording dissolving

on edge, including me.

truth was clear in that recording; I had been killed.

with tears. He spun around to confront

this recording,

weak. “Yesterday… It was

damn truth!” Dexter roared like a wild animal

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