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.

in the rear–view mirror, an inexplicable ache blooming in my

he upset? Heartbroken? Heartbroken that I cared more for someone else than

was it just my imagination…

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

a strange discomfort settling in my

so much to see him waiting there

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

I turned to look at Robin. “Can I bring him with

off but glanced at me.

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still stood barefoot in the yard. “Would you come with me to look for

intensified. Without a word, he strode over to me and

took his shoes and socks from the butler and quietly helped him put them on as we drove.

always cautious. “Phoebe… do you remember me?” he asked in

bit bewildered and shook my head. What I was doing now

more.

once again shrouded in loss. He turned

grip on my hand, which he never let go

arrived at my apartment complex.

the alley and cautiously led

and the hallway