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

cloud, and he turned to look

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

on the 15th?” Robin murmured, plugging the USB into

are you?

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

catch the killer this time, can I go? Let me leave.”

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

please, just say something.”

Chapter 36

a chilling monologue of my terrified whispers in the alley, begging for Dexter to speak, to give me

pale, his

complete bastard! You let Phoebe go to Tangle Lane alone! You sent her to her death, Dexter!”

protested weakly, hands

see, Dexter, it’s painful to

scared… I want to leave…”

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

“Mmm… help… help…”

“Dexter…”

“Save me…”

and clamped

my voice fading, the chaos in the recording dissolving

edge, including me.

clear in that recording; I had been killed.

welling with tears. He spun around to confront Hank, his eyes

find this recording, damn it, tell me when!”

legs weak. “Yesterday… It was yesterday…”

truth!” Dexter roared like a wild animal at

when they