Chapter 100

I sucked in a breath, chilled to the bone. What task had he assigned to Foebe?

Was it about Colin?

Did Colin mistake Foebe for Phoebe? Which meant he saw Foebe as me?

Colin… the Phoebe he called out for, wasn’t Foebe with an F, but actually Phoebe?

“I know…” Clutching my phone, I eyed the man anxiously, itching to step outside and call the

cops.

This guy… he had to be the murderer.

“You’re free to go,” he said, gesturing dismissively.

I nodded and bolted.

“Don’t harbor any false hopes. He only sees you as Phoebe; don’t expect him to actually care about you.” As I reached the door, he called out a warning.

I didn’t look back, just ran, legs trembling.

I wanted to call the police, but I hesitated. What could I possibly report?

That he’s a murderer? Where’s the proof?

Would I be tipping him off if I couldn’t produce any evidence?

Why was he staying at my place anyway?

kind of

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building, I ran smack

It was Colin.

his arms around me, his voice hoarse. “Why do

worried about me.

clung to Colin, desperately seeking

if something had ravaged their

you always find me?” I looked up at Colin, my voice laced

Colin stayed silent.

on me?” I

you getting into trouble.” Colin averted his

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the murderer from

I led him quickly away.

tracker?” I

he didn’t

tell me?” I frowned, getting a bit

bracelet there. Then, he touched

wear daily have tracking devices

wasn’t all. His hand finally rested

I trembled, realizing I was

looked hurt, gripping

I urged, a chill creeping down my spine as I

let the murderer set his sights on us.

was actually Phoebe, right? He wouldn’t imagine in his wildest dreams that I had come back

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