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.

I could’ve been a bit earlier…” Robin

had said even a day earlier

“Bang!”

and blood trickled from

him, but I was at

to the

and I stood by the entrance,

offered one to

shook his head, “Smoking kills.”

calm the nerves.” Colin spoke again,

of this

mid–light, and he

was reminding him that they’d been on the wrong track from the start.

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

to seize this chance, follow the trail, and get to

true source of evil….

the horizon, but the world was still shrouded

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

accusing me of mockery,

reveling in it, but

most excruciating pain life could offer,

more than eight or nine. He looked frail with a bloody nose that

can I please have my brother back?” the boy approached Robin, pleading