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?

this some kind

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of the building, I

It was Colin.

wrapped his arms around me, his voice hoarse. “Why do you always run

was worried about

clung to Colin, desperately

so similar to Colin’s as if something had

looked up at Colin, my voice laced with

Colin stayed silent.

put a tracker on

worried about you getting into trouble.” Colin

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back nervously, fearing the murderer

hand, I

tracker?” I asked Colin.

he didn’t

to tell me?” I frowned,

caressing the bracelet there. Then, he

so all the jewelry I wear daily have

all. His hand finally rested on

realizing I was tagged from

hurt, gripping my hand.

down my spine as

let the murderer set his

couldn’t possibly know I was actually Phoebe, right? He wouldn’t imagine in his wildest dreams that I had come back from the dead, would he?

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