Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 160

Robin had been pushed to the brink as well. Since the first murder rippled through the city, he’d been lucky to snatch three hours of sleep each night.

The murderer was taunting him, the entire police force, and everyone.

In Robin’s eyes, no matter the murderer’s motives, the fact that they’d snuffed out so many lives meant they deserved to die.

The boy was being taken away, and a wave of unexpected loss hit me as I leaned back. against the wall.

Cory dragged the boy past me. Our eyes met. He opened his mouth as if trying to tell me something.

I frowned, utterly perplexed by the boy.

Was he talking to me?

What was he trying to say?

Did I…. know the boy?

“This kid… must’ve been put up to it, right?” I muttered under my breath.

Robin slumped against the wall and thumped his forehead with limp fists. He looked genuinely tormented.

As long as the murderer remained at large, people would keep dying, and Robin was wrestling with guilt, with self–blame.

been a

he had found Phoebe sooner. The doctor had said even a day earlier could have given Phoebe a fighting

“Bang!”

and

I was at a loss for soothing words.

way to the designated smoking

and I stood by the entrance, enveloped in

Robin offered one to

his head,

laugh escaped Robin. “Guess I’ll just have a few more to calm the nerves.” Colin spoke again, “If it’s so harmful, why do they even make

of

he looked up sharply at Colin.

him that they’d been on the

on the

had stumbled with Melody, they needed to seize this chance, follow the trail, and

the true source of

at 4:30 in the morning. Dawn was teasing the horizon,

and eerily quiet, breeding an inexplicable panic. Melody had been rattled. She had been

I watched her accusing me of mockery, of enjoying her

mocking her, reveling in it, but

the most excruciating pain life could offer, and this was nowhere near enough.

no more than eight or nine. He looked frail with a bloody

back?” the