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.

hoisted her

spine. I whipped around, facing the

pierced

photo of me, taken when the psychopath murderer posed me as a

noticing the switch.

bedroom when they first walked in, lights

eyes, his voice quivering. “Let’s go.”

refusing to move, as if rooted by

his colleagues, telling them to secure the

blood,” I whispered, trembling.

the coppery scent of blood was unmistakable.

Chapter 144

photo was freshly painted with

voice was hoarse as he surveyed every corner

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

me to watch over her, and followed Colin in

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

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

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

out…” Colin told Dexter to back off, not to let anyone in, that they’d contaminate the scene. But Dexter’s animosity towards Colin was