Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 37

get there.

The police had uncovered something new, and I was anxious to o

My memory of my own death was fading. It was all a blur, the moments of consciousness sandwiched between bouts of unconsciousness.

All I knew was that I had been drugged and taken from Tangle Lane, then I woke up in a dimly lit warehouse, dumped inside a makeshift wooden crate that seemed to have been used for shipping fragile items like porcelain.

Robin had stumbled upon a hidden gate at the southeast corner of the old orphanage, concealed by overgrown weeds. The gate was rusty, but the well–worn path and the shiny new padlock suggested frequent, recent use.

“We’ve searched here before, but we missed it. The overgrowth hides it well,” Robin’s partner remarked in surprise.

Robin glanced around, then at Colin, who had somehow managed to slip into the yard unnoticed.

“When did he get over there?”

“Who knows? That kid’s like a ghost, one minute he’s here, the next–poof–he’s over the fence,” his colleague said, half–exasperated, half–impressed by Colin’s agility. It was like something straight out of a parkour video.

Stella and I followed Robin as he broke the lock and we entered the yard.

This inner courtyard belonged to the abandoned orphanage, once reserved for the warden or others with privilege.

The yard was desolate, its neglect and emptiness adding to the eerie atmosphere.

Clinging to Stella, I was frightened. She was always braver than me, always walking ahead no matter what.

is where they brought me when I was knocked out,”

had to have accomplices. He was a murderer, a master of

killer! He is!” I screamed uncontrollably, rushing

several wooden crates that turned it

area.

breathing turned ragged as I searched frantically. This was the place; I had been locked up here

was here I had seen Colin’s

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panic, searching, then his hand reached for an axe on the Hook.

in the corner, its blade crusted

Robin, there’s an axe here.”

the scene. “There are drag marks here, but this

are zip ties, fragments of clothing. And in this

forensic expert, Stella’s senior, scrutinized the scene with utmost care, eager

he found strands of hair torn out by the rough wood. I remember clawing my way out, desperate to escape, only to be grabbed by a hooded figure who

was on something cold and hard, like an operating table, feeling my blood drain away as some other fluid was injected into my

as my life ebbed away, my

came to again, I was already dead, my spirit wandering to the Fitzgerald family’s home.

location of the first crime scene, where my life was taken, remained a

voice called from outside.

stepped out to see Dexter, pale as a ghost, pointing

blood–stained shoes and socks haphazardly tossed aside.