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!”

casting an eerie green glow on

the restroom. “Phoebe, don’t do

you made my life hell…”

pushed Melody; you saw it, but you lied! I loathe you.” I

it from my cousin Dexter. You can’t blame me; Dexter didn’t trust you; you

your lies, Melody would

just kept silent, but he believed everything she said. She fell,

moving in to grip Hank’s throat. “You

me…” Hank fainted from

I spat out in disgust, catching myself

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and wiped away the smudged lipstick. I had

resemblance, and with a dash of makeup under the dim lights, especially with Hank being so plastered, scaring him senseless was a piece

on, and Stella emerged, phone in hand. “Got it all

at her phone.

acting wasn’t half bad either,” she remarked, eyeing me with a mix

caution.