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 up and bolted for the

spine. I whipped around,

scream pierced the air.

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

noticing

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

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

refusing

quickly called his colleagues, telling them

dripping blood,” I whispered, trembling.

the coppery scent of blood

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the photo

still nearby,” Colin’s voice was

we’d see this photo, A mind that brilliant would be

Stella on the couch, telling me to watch over her, and followed Colin in their frantic search.

got a mind for math, for medicine…” Colin muttered to himself, then turned his gaze to the

an adult. But Colin moved toward it nonetheless.

had brought

anyone in, that they’d contaminate the scene. But Dexter’s animosity towards Colin was palpable. “This is