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 bit earlier…” Robin

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

“Bang!”

the wall, and blood trickled from his knuckles.

him, but I was at a loss for

and made his way to the designated smoking

and I stood by the entrance, enveloped in

one to Colin.

shook his head, “Smoking kills.”

more to calm the nerves.” Colin spoke again,

root of this

and he

been on

the victims. But understanding why the murderer murdered was the key.

needed to seize this chance, follow the trail, and

the true source of

morning. Dawn was teasing the horizon, but the

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

accusing me of mockery,

it, but

life could offer, and this

nine. He looked frail with a bloody nose

back?” the boy approached Robin, pleading