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.

only… I could’ve been a bit earlier…”

The doctor had said even a day earlier could have given Phoebe a fighting chance

“Bang!”

collided with the wall, and blood trickled from

him, but I was at a loss for

his way to the designated

stood by the entrance, enveloped

offered one to

his head, “Smoking kills.”

to calm the nerves.” Colin spoke again, “If it’s so harmful,

the root of

and he looked up

that they’d been on the

been fixated on the murderer and on the victims. But understanding why the murderer murdered was the

seize this chance,

true source of evil….

hospital at 4:30 in the morning. Dawn was teasing the horizon, but the world was still shrouded in

lifeless and eerily quiet, breeding an inexplicable panic. Melody had been rattled. She had been a nervous wreck until

her room, I watched her accusing me of mockery,

it, but it didn’t sit well with

excruciating pain life could

a boy of no more than eight or nine. He looked

I please have my brother back?” the boy