Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 45

Another victim had surfaced, and the revelation sent me reeling to my feet.

That lunatic, how could he have taken so many lives?

All those girls who were adopted from the orphanage were brutally murdered, one by one…

What was the reason behind this madness?

That maniac had dumped all the bodies from the orphanage, but kept mine. What was he planning to do with my body?

Did he realize he had killed the wrong person? Or was it something else….

“We’ve caught Colin,” the officer reported, his breath shaky and his voice hoarse. “He didn’t run. He just stood there and let us take him.”

“This time, on the body… we found…” He trailed off, struggling to continue.

“What did you find?” Robin demanded, the urgency clear in his voice.

The young officer shot a wary glance at Stella, debating whether to share the gruesome details. Stella was already trembling, her breathing faint. “Just… tell us.”

“The eyes…” the officer took a deep breath. “The forensic expert examined and said the eyes in the victim’s sockets were placed there post–mortem. They don’t belong to the victim. We suspect… they might be Phoebe’s.”

Stella collapsed to the ground, her face ashen.

The eyes…

Had Colin taken my eyes?

I was terrified, my whole body shaking.

was he trying to

did he

cried out uncontrollably,

Such brutality.

looked grim as he took a deep breath. “Take care of Stella. I’ll handle

scene. She

worry.” Robin said, scratching his head

Stella’s side, sharing in her

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gone and can’t

made a pact that if neither of us

in some cozy

Now, that’s impossible.

Robin returned quickly.

body was taken to forensics. The medical examiner was

time.

news, arrived looking even more distraught

believe it… I just can’t!”

be mine, but the autopsy results slapped him with the harsh

were my

Robin and the other officers were convinced I had been murdered. Even Stella sat dejected on the floor, no longer

if he’d heard some sick joke, bent over

no strength left to confront him or to slap some sense into

left for the killer to target is probably

“Fine, I’ll

now? Too bad, it’s too late,” Robin said meaningfully, shaking

his fists tightly, Dexter