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 bit earlier…”

Phoebe sooner. The doctor had said even a day earlier

“Bang!”

fist collided with the wall, and blood trickled

stepped forward to stop him, but I was at a loss for soothing

his way to the designated smoking

the

offered one

head, “Smoking

just have a few more to calm the nerves.” Colin spoke again, “If it’s so harmful, why

root of

froze mid–light, and he looked up sharply at

been on the wrong track from the start.

had been fixated on the murderer and on the

needed to seize this chance,

true

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

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

her accusing me of mockery, of enjoying her downfall.

was mocking her, reveling in it, but it didn’t

pain life

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

my brother back?” the boy approached Robin,