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.

the footprints, now smudged beyond

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

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Robin admitted, clearly

murderer.

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

frowned, irked by my question. “These are my wife’s belongings.”

to him and slapped him across the face. “Have some decency, for God’s

told you, this property is mine now. The ones trespassing are you

ungodly hour, or I’ll have every

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told me

Mr. Rational,

eyed Robin skeptically. “This psychic sounds

all seemed a bit too convenient.

you come across this psychic?” Robin

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

visited Phoebe’s

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