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…”

a day earlier could have given

“Bang!”

and blood trickled from his

him, but I was at a loss

the designated smoking area, lighting up a

the entrance,

offered one to Colin.

his head, “Smoking

Robin. “Guess I’ll just have a few more to calm the nerves.” Colin spoke again, “If it’s

the root of this evil?

he looked up sharply at

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

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

to seize this chance,

get the true source

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. She had

watched her accusing me of mockery, of enjoying

in it, but it didn’t sit well with

pain life could offer, and this was nowhere

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

please have my brother back?”