Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 42

Robin flicked his cigarette butt into the trash can, looking over his shoulder with a sense of urgency. “Phoebe’s cell phone is banged up, but it ain’t beyond repair. Just needs some time, and we’ll see what we can salvage.”

He turned to leave but then paused, shooting a piercing glance at Dexter. “If your hesitance and cover–up lead to Phoebe’s death or something even more horrendous, you’ll be just as much a murderer. And even if the law doesn’t get you, your conscience will shackle you for life.”

Dexter stood there, numb, the fatigue written all over his face.

I gave him one last look before walking away, knowing I couldn’t turn back.

I had no idea when my soul would fade away, when I’d truly die, or why I was even in this state to begin with. All I could do was wait. Wait for my body to be found, for the truth to come to light, for my remains to be cremated and laid to rest in the earth.

Maybe then, I’d find my peace.

“Robin! That nutjob Colin’s vanished! We were all combing the scene, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.”

Robin’s brow furrowed as he climbed into his car. “Find him. Keep an eye on him. He’s got to know something.”

He was convinced that Colin held some secrets.

As I got into Robin’s car, I glanced at the photograph in his hand. It was the one Colin had found at the orphanage, showing a little girl in a red dress. In the photo, Colin stood out like a sore thumb, his good looks impossible to miss.

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Beside him was another boy, looking timid and scared, clinging to Colin’s arm, hiding behind

him.

Colin stood like a protective older brother.

photo gravely. “Colin…”

track down all the people from this orphanage photo?” Robin dialed one

men.

kids. Aside from the girls

at the children in the photo.

except

spree, knocking off everyone

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Either he’s got a split personality or he’s a

couldn’t hear me, but he was starting to

tabs on Colin. We have

as

his phone rang again.

gone missing. She might be going

instinctively looking towards

gaze followed, fixating on the hotel’s

Stella coming

quickly got out of the car

I followed, anxious.

the hotel corridor.

into Dexter’s arms, her face pale

the doorway, not raging but speaking softly, “Please, help me save Phoebe.”

she had to

her face in Dexter’s

Dexter

crazy. Melody’s upset, and you’re making