Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 71

The Nocturne Club was Hank’s sanctuary, especially since the whole debacle with Phoebe. These days, he was practically part of the furniture, drowning his sorrows in booze night after night.

“Hey, gorgeous, come here and give me a hug.” Hank slurred, surrounded by his rowdy entourage, as they partied in their private booth.

“I gotta use the john,” Hank mumbled, staggering toward the restroom door in the booth, only to find it locked. With a grunt, he stumbled out of the booth toward the hallway bathrooms.

The corridor was eerily silent. Stella had tipped off the owner of Nocturne earlier, and thanks to Robin’s warning call, the place had been shut down early – except for Hank’s little shindig.

Slipping into my old favorite outfit, I followed him with a drink in hand.

Hank was hammered, barely keeping his eyes focused.

“Here, have another,” I said, pressing the glass into his hand.

He downed it in one go, then finally looked up at me. His gaze froze on me, his body stiffening. “Phoebe…”

I smiled at him. “Hey, Hank. Long time no see.”

Hank’s face turned ashen as he collapsed to the floor, stammering, “Phoebe… don’t haunt me. I ain’t the one… It was that murderer, not me!”

lights flickered off suddenly, casting an eerie green

backward, desperately seeking refuge in the restroom. “Phoebe,

my life hell…” I

saw it, but you lied! I loathe you.” I snarled with a ferocity

wasn’t me. It was Melody! She and her sister told me to keep quiet, to keep it from my cousin Dexter. You can’t blame me; Dexter didn’t trust you; you should be after

for your lies, Melody would

Melody over you; that’s not on me. I just kept silent, but he believed everything she said. She fell, and he thought

in to grip Hank’s throat. “You deserve to die.”

please… spare me…” Hank

I spat out in disgust, catching myself before I actually

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my hair and wiped away the smudged lipstick. I had dressed up to

makeup under the dim lights, especially with Hank being so plastered, scaring him senseless

phone in

glanced at her phone. “Nice shot.”

half bad either,” she remarked, eyeing me with

caution.