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.

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

cared more for someone

just

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

a strange discomfort settling in my

much to see him waiting

me not to

to look at Robin. “Can

to drive off

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Chapter 143

where Colin still stood barefoot in the yard. “Would

surprised for a moment, and then his gaze intensified. Without a word, he strode over to me and pulled

from the butler and quietly helped him put them on as we

huddled in the corner, eyes fixed on me, always cautious. “Phoebe… do you remember me?” he asked in a whisper.

was a bit bewildered and shook my head. What I was

more.

in loss. He

drive was silent, save for Colin’s grip on my hand, which he never let go of.

arrived at my apartment

the car in the alley and cautiously led us

the hallway lights

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