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

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

I’m late, let’s go grab a burger,” I echoed with Stella in

complex as she looked at

just smiled, saying

nail the imitation, you’re still just a pale copy.” Stella warned

surveillance, which meant I needed an escort to see her.

to meet, but I was certain it wasn’t to

greeted me from her hospital bed, looking as fragile as a porcelain doll in her patient’s gown.

time I saw her here, she was falsely accusing me

situation wasn’t lost on me how the tables had

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you want? Lasked,

glanced at Stella

step out. You talk,”

Melody’s insistence

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