Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 101

“You know who the murderer is, don’t you?” I asked, gripping Colin’s hand tighter, a wave of agitation rising in my voice. “Tell me who he is.”

Panic flickered in Colin’s eyes like a deer caught in headlights, and he turned away from me. “I don’t know.”

“You do know!” I pressed, my own frustration mounting. Why wouldn’t he just say it?

Colin kept walking ahead, evasive, refusing to reveal the identity of the murderer.

I trailed behind him, firing question after question. But no matter how much I prodded, he wouldn’t budo

I thought about calling the cops, about spilling everything to Robin and Stella, but as far as anyone was concerned, I was Foebe now, not Phoebe. My words wouldn’t carry any weight.

Besides, the little interaction I had with the murderer suggested some kind of past dealings between him and Foebe.

Without clarity, a hasty move on my part could spook the murderer, and I’d find myself entangled in dangers untold.

I rubbed my temples, feeling irritable.

Things were getting more convoluted by the minute.

Too complex for me to stay calm and think straight.

were just an outsider, it would be one thing, but with ‘Foebe‘ tied to the murderer, diving in headfirst could jeopardize

let’s go home.” Colin suddenly came over to my side, taking my hand, his

jerked my hand away. “You’re calling for Phoebe, aren’t you?

admit to being Phoebe. And I sure as hell didn’t believe Colin was delusional

are Phoebe! You have to be Phoebe!” His voice suddenly spiked,

fear passing through me. It was as if… as if he was molding me into Phoebe against my will. It wasn’t that he recognized me as

Dexter, was using Foebe as a puppet, a stand–in to

he had been so compliant, so relaxed recently.

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persona he crafted.

definitely out of

if you’re not, I’ll kill you.”

calm down.” I soothed, my shoulder throbbing, trying to shift the focus. “When

Colin’s grip loosened, his voice

I pressed

an orphanage,”

taken aback, staring at him

An orphanage?

mean by that?

Which orphanage?

gripped me, and I brought a hand to my temple, the pain making me crouch