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.

a

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

“Bang!”

with the wall, and blood trickled from his knuckles.

but I was at a loss for soothing words.

way to the

I stood by the entrance, enveloped in silence.

Robin offered one

head, “Smoking kills.”

nerves.” Colin spoke again, “If it’s so harmful, why do they even make

the root of this evil?

froze mid–light, and he looked up sharply

was reminding him that they’d been on the wrong

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

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

true source of

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

pre–dawn gloom. It was lifeless and eerily quiet, breeding an inexplicable panic. Melody had been rattled.

room, I watched her accusing

mocking her, reveling in it, but

wanted her to suffer the most excruciating pain life could

a boy of no more than eight or nine. He looked frail with a bloody nose that

have my brother back?” the boy approached