Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 158

Dexter stepped forward, lowering his head to look at me. His lip was cut, and there was blood on his forehead undoubtedly Colin’s handiwork.

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“Oops… he didn’t do it on purpose!” The officer chuckled, trying to defuse the situation. “We’ve checked the surveillance video. Someone was causing trouble near his house and riled up him here. In a fit of rage, he mistook Mr. Fitzgerald, who was just standing by his front door, for the culprit.” The officer tried to be impartial. “Both parties are at fault here.”

Dexter clenched his jaw, “How is standing at his doorstep a mistake?”

“You lurked around someone’s house in the dead of night and there you are, encountered crooks. Even a sane person would mistake you for a crook,” the officer quickly winked at Dexter and lowered his voice, trying to mediate. “Come on, why lower yourself to argue with

a lunatic?”

Dexter snorted dismissively.

The officer turned to me, “However, compensation is due.”

I glanced at Dexter’s face. It was ghastly pale under the streetlight.

Dog was his weakest point, and Colin had brought home a whole pack.

There was no way Dexter wasn’t petrified. He was probably quaking in his boots.

on purpose.” Dexter stared at me and spoke again. “He’s a ticking time bomb, a lunatic. I wonder

at the time, annoyed by the late hour.

His initial goal was clear

I’ll get a lawyer and have a court mandate to send him back to the psychiatric ward,” Dexter

frowned and glared at Dexter.

habits never die

threat, got

idea why he insisted on meeting me alone, but it definitely wasn’t for anything good. He was out here waiting for

to Colin,

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making small steps towards me, his head hung low

in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?” I

were bad people…”

chase away Henry’s thugs,

kid only responds to your scolding; anyone else says one word and he

my forehead, “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to wander back alone at night?”

glanced at a few stray dogs loitering near the trash cans across the street, “I wasn’t

by him, “Are they people?”

said with a