Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 144

Colin said Stella was one of the innocent ones.

That meant Colin had an inkling of who the real murderer was–one who didn’t kill the innocent. The bedroom door swung open, revealing a void of emptiness.

Not a soul in sight.

I scoured every room in the house, but it was as if the world had swallowed everyone whole.

“Bang!”

The bedroom erupted with noise once more, this time from the depths of the closet.

Exchanging a glance with Robin, we dashed over and flung open the closet door.

Stella was bound and gagged, a makeshift prison of hanging clothes and darkness.

Thankfully, her life wasn’t in danger; she was just a bit dehydrated.

“Stella!” Robin unwrapped her bindings and yanked the cloth from her mouth.

“That bastard… he’s warning us…” Stella’s voice was tinged with shock and panic before she slumped into Robin’s arms.

the hospital!” Robin hoisted her up and bolted for the door.

up my spine. I whipped around, facing the portrait hanging in

pierced the air.

replaced with a photo of me, taken when the

halted, finally noticing the

preoccupied with the bedroom when they first walked in, lights flooding the dark, to notice the photo had already been tampered

instinctively covered my eyes, his voice quivering.

was frozen in place, my body refusing

quickly called his colleagues, telling them to secure the

blood,” I whispered,

eyes, the coppery

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photo was freshly

hasn’t clotted; the murderer is still nearby,” Colin’s voice was hoarse as he

knew exactly when we’d come here, when we’d see this photo, A mind that brilliant would be lurking in the shadows, basking in his own

set Stella on the couch, telling me to watch

for math, for medicine…” Colin muttered to

an adult. But Colin moved toward

had brought a crew with

not to let anyone in, that they’d contaminate the scene. But Dexter’s animosity towards Colin was palpable. “This is Phoebe’s