Chapter 129

Lately, I’ve had this nagging feeling that someone’s watching me a pair of eyes fixed on my back. But every time I whirl around, there’s nothing there.

Just the other day, as I was getting into my car, I overheard Dexter’s assistant murmuring into his ear. “Everything on Foebe Larson.

It was crystal clear: Dexter was digging into Foebe Larson’s life.

He suspected I was Phoebe, but that was all it was suspicion.

The man was too full of himself to admit he could’ve been responsible for Phoebe’s demise. He was on the hunt for someone–anyone–who could be a stand–in for her, just to make his presence felt.

“Foebe used to be so meek and compliant, then she suddenly turned tough,” the assistant whispered. “I wonder if it’s because she married into the Langley family and got a powerful. backing.”

Dexter remained silent, his gaze lingered on me as I walked away.

“To Sea City Hospital please.” I said.

Stella and I had agreed to meet by the hospital’s entrance. By the time I got there, Stella was already waiting.

up.” I said with an apologetic

getting it quite right. Phoebe wouldn’t be so formal with me.” Stella said with a cold voice, leading me inside. “She’d just say, ‘Sorry I’m late, let’s go

let’s go grab a burger,”

her gaze complex as she looked at

smiled, saying nothing

you’re still just a pale copy.” Stella warned as

surveillance, which meant I needed an

hadn’t a clue why Melody wanted to meet, but I was certain it wasn’t

greeted me from her hospital bed, looking as fragile as a porcelain

time I saw her here, she was falsely accusing me of pushing her down the stairs.

lost on me how

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do you want? Lasked,

Stella

nodded. “Til step out.

puzzled by Melody’s insistence

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