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.

they brought me when I was knocked out,” I murmured, starting to suspect

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

I screamed uncontrollably, rushing into

several wooden crates that turned it into a makeshift storage

area.

searched frantically. This was the place;

was here I had seen Colin’s

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panic, searching, then

axe in the corner, its blade crusted with

Robin, there’s an

the scene. “There are drag marks here,

clothing. And in

expert, Stella’s senior, scrutinized the scene with utmost care, eager not to

remember clawing my way out, desperate to escape, only to be grabbed by a hooded figure who smothered

something cold and hard, like an operating table, feeling my blood drain away as some other

killer; I could only despair as my life ebbed away, my soul

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

location of the first crime scene, where my

Robin!” Dexter’s voice

stepped out to see Dexter, pale as a

haphazardly tossed aside. “These are… Phoebe’s,”