Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 145

“Still alive…” Colin pushed past the onlookers and rushed over to check the man’s pulse, “But beyond saving…”

Robin punched in 911.

Dexter was visibly shaken by the gruesome scene, instinctively stepping back a few paces.

The others ran outside, likely losing their lunch, and the scene was all but trashed,

“He timed this guy’s death to the minute…” Colin crouched by the body, his voice edged with panic. “He knew when we’d arrive, when we’d find him. He wanted us to watch this man die…”

Just like what happened to Phoebe.

Numbly, I stepped forward to look at the corpse. “It’s the husband of the orphanage’s director.”

I had seen this man in Colin’s photographs.

“To stuff a big, middle–aged man into a shoe cabinet…” Robin spoke in a grave tone. “The murderer has to be an adult, someone strong.”

That would be the only way to move the body, to stuff a man not yet fully dead into such a small

space.

beyond recognition by Dexter and his crew. “There’s only one set

thing: the murderer doesn’t leave fingerprints, hair, or any clues. Even if caught on camera, facial recognition is useless. Can’t ID him.” The man I’d seen at my house that day had severe burns on his face, a horrific sight, his original

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clever,” Robin admitted, clearly frustrated by being outwitted

murderer.

out of your mind?” I snapped back to reality, glaring at Dexter. “What the hell are you doing, bringing people here in the

my question. “These are my wife’s belongings.”

the crap.” I marched up to him and slapped him across the face. “Have some decency, for

me a warning look. “I’ve told you, this property is mine now. The ones

hour, or I’ll have every reason to suspect you’ve deliberately tampered with a crime scene.” Robin’s

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death, her spirit restless. He told me to

Mr. Rational, suddenly

skeptically. “This

all seemed a bit

did you come across this psychic?” Robin probed

ran into him at the cemetery today,” Dexter said.

Phoebe’s grave