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.

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

tried to follow, but suddenly, a chill raced up my spine. I whipped around, facing the portrait hanging in the

pierced the

beautiful ballet photo had been replaced… replaced with a photo of me, taken when the psychopath murderer posed me as

noticing the

they first walked in, lights flooding the dark,

my eyes, his

place, my body refusing to move, as if rooted by fear.

colleagues, telling them

frame… it’s dripping blood,” I whispered,

my eyes, the coppery

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red dress in the photo

nearby,” Colin’s voice was hoarse as he surveyed

that brilliant would be lurking in the shadows, basking

on the couch, telling me to watch over her, and followed

for math, for medicine…” Colin muttered to himself, then turned his gaze to

it shouldn’t fit an adult. But Colin moved toward it

Dexter’s voice, laced with irritation, filled the doorway. He had brought a crew with him, looking more like movers

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