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

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

pierced the

been replaced… replaced with a photo of me, taken when the psychopath murderer posed me as a marionette in

finally noticing the

too preoccupied with the bedroom when they first walked in, lights flooding the dark, to notice the

his voice

my body refusing to move, as if rooted by

called his colleagues, telling them to secure

dripping blood,” I whispered,

the coppery

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dress in the photo was

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

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

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

for medicine…” Colin muttered to

fit an adult. But Colin

had

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