Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 118

I peered anxiously out the car window, my gaze fixated on the direction of my home..

The upside to these old–style apartment buildings is their open walkways on each floor, allowing a clear view of anyone coming or going.

I had Caleb stay put in the car while I skulked in a corner, keeping a vigilant watch over the entrance. After what felt like an eternity, I finally spotted the figure in a raincoat emerging from my place and descending the stairs.

I stealthily trailed behind.

“Robin, I’ve spotted the murderer, and he’s about to strike again.” I sent a voice message to Robin, urging him to follow.

If we could catch this person in the act, we’d have the evidence we needed. Then Robin and Stella would have to believe me.

Rain poured down, growing heavier by the minute, as the sky darkened.

I followed the suspicious person, not knowing how long I had been on his trail. He was cautious. glancing back.multiple times, but luckily I managed to hide each time.

Eventually, he stopped in front of an apartment complex, holding a photograph, scanning the

area.

I knew he had set his sights on a new victim, someone inside this building.

Sure enough, a luxury car pulled up, and a woman in a red dress, umbrella in hand, stepped out and entered the building. The hallway was silent except for the click–clack of her high heels.

recorded

door ajar. The rain–coated murderer seized the moment, propping the

to Robin. This had

dashed forward and started pounding on the door. “Maintenance! Time to settle this

from

have already committed

up, it’s

Robin

pinning the person in the raincoat to the ground.

the hell

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other officers were taken

stood frozen at the doorway as the raincoat slipped away. It wasn’t the murderer.

been

had deliberately sent someone out from my

a setup.

I

of this? Why are you assaulting my husband?” the woman in red demanded angrily.

Robin. “Are you out of your

what’s going on?” Robin snapped, visibly upset. “Don’t you know we’re swamped?”

at the threshold, unsure of how to explain. “It’s not… it’s not him.”

my house.” I pointed at the man in the raincoat. “Why