Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 117

“… Although Thave no proot… Esuspect the murderer has been secretly staying at Phoshe Caldwell’s place. If you believe me, you could have someone keep an eye on him “I said, my voice tinged with anxiety.

Even Stella didn’t believe me, and I was certain fotin would be even more skeptical. If they didn’t believe me, the murderer would continue their spree. More people would get hurt.

“I have a hunch that the murder is connected to people from the old orphanage, not just the women in red dresses from the photos. Those might just be the beginning I nervously glanced at Robin, holding back from mentioning our class president James.

Ineeded to get to the bottom of this first.

Robin eyed me with suspicion. “You’re saying the murderer might be living at Phoebe’s house?” I nodded vigorously, my gaze fixed on Robin.

Robin frowned. “How do you know this?”

“…” I stammered. “I’ve been investigating.”

“Where’s the evidence?” Robin pressed for proof.

“If you trust me, just watch him. He’s bound to act again,” I urged desperately.

Stella emerged from the office, casting a glance my way. “Foebe, after you told me the other day, I went over to Phoebe’s. Everything was as usual, no sign of

continued. “I need to ask, how did you get Phoebe’s keys and get in? What were

place. What was she doing there? I wasn’t even living there anymore? But the scrutinizing looks from Stella and Robin were suffocating.

seemed futile when no one

daily diaries, all kept in that house, and now they’re all missing.

to catch

my diaries?

did this

mix of suspicion and

about Phoebe from the start,

with doubt, his distrust

I didn’t elaborate, fearing it would only fuel their suspicions. Since they didn’t believe me,

muttered, her brow

said nothing, his gaze

In the car.

the gloomy sky, as a light rain began