Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 143

My heart plummeted like it had been dropped from a high–flying plane. I raced over to Robin, panic edging my voice. “Stella? Missing?”

“She was practically living in the morgue these past few days, trying to piece together Phoebe’s death. She’s been shadowing Dr. Quinton through every autopsy, desperate for answers. Last night, she nearly passed out, so I told her to go home and rest. When I didn’t see her at the precinct by eight this morning. I called her, but no answer…”

Robin furrowed his brow. “I got held up with a case, and when I went to check on her at noon, she was gone. I’ve been searching all afternoon, but no one’s seen her.”

“What about last night? Are we sure she made it home?” I asked, my voice trembling as I clutched Robin’s arm.

“The old man downstairs has insomnia; he’d have seen Stella if she came home. She didn’t come back last night, which means she disappeared somewhere between leaving the precinct and getting home.”

My gaze swung frantically to Colin–I had to find Stella.

Colin’s expression was complicated as if he wanted to say something.

“Let’s check my place!” I suddenly turned back to Robin, my heart racing with a new thought. “No… Phoebe’s place.”

I had told Stella the murderer might target my house. Could it be possible that Stella never went home last night but instead went there?

Robin paused, then gestured for me to get into the car.

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In the yard, Colin followed a few steps and then stopped, his head hanging low.

rear–view mirror,

Heartbroken? Heartbroken that I cared more for

it just

on you,” Robin said, glancing at the rear–view

discomfort settling in my heart.

Why did it hurt so much to

if a voice inside me was telling me not to make him wait any longer. He

to look at Robin. “Can I bring

to drive off but glanced at me.

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to where Colin still stood barefoot in the

moment, and then his gaze intensified. Without a word, he strode over to me and pulled me back into the car.

took his shoes and socks from the butler and quietly

always cautious. “Phoebe… do you remember

my head. What I was doing now

more.

eyes were once again shrouded in loss. He turned

on my hand, which he never let go

at my apartment

parked the car in the alley and cautiously led us upstairs.

fallen, and the hallway lights were