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.

was a storm cloud, and he turned

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

the 15th?” Robin murmured, plugging the USB into a laptop.

where are you? I’m scared…”

I’m afraid of the dark. Can’t you say

catch the killer this time, can I go? Let

you? Give me a figure; I’ll pay you back. I

please, just say

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

turned ghostly pale, his breath shaky.

a complete bastard! You let Phoebe go to Tangle Lane

he protested

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

I want to leave…”

recording captured my plea to Dexter to let me go, but as I turned to leave, a over my mouth and

“Mmm… help… help…”

“Dexter…”

“Save me…”

and clamped

fading, the chaos in the recording dissolving into

was on edge, including

that recording; I had been

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

you find this recording, damn it, tell

petrified, his legs weak. “Yesterday… It was

like a wild animal at Hank.

when