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.

hospital!” Robin hoisted her

follow, but suddenly, a chill raced up my spine. I whipped around,

scream pierced the

taken when the psychopath murderer posed me as a marionette in a glass

noticing the switch.

been too preoccupied with the bedroom when they first walked in, lights flooding the

eyes, his voice

in place, my body refusing to move, as if

his colleagues, telling

dripping blood,”

my eyes, the

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dress in the photo was freshly painted with blood,

the murderer is still nearby,” Colin’s voice

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 twisted masterpiece…” Colin kicked open the bathroom door,

couch, telling me to watch over her, and followed Colin

victims in glass cases, monitors their vital signs. He’s got a mind for math, for medicine…” Colin muttered to

shoe cabinet, it shouldn’t fit an adult. But Colin

He had brought a crew with him, looking more

Dexter’s animosity towards Colin was palpable. “This is Phoebe’s place, my fiancée, and this house is in