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.

could’ve been a bit earlier…” Robin

sooner. The doctor had said even a day earlier could have given Phoebe a fighting chance

“Bang!”

collided with the wall, and blood trickled from his

him, but I was at a loss for

way to the

by the entrance, enveloped in silence.

one

head, “Smoking

bitter laugh escaped Robin. “Guess I’ll just have a few more to calm the nerves.” Colin spoke again, “If it’s so harmful, why do they

root of

mid–light, and he looked

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

murderer and on the victims. But understanding why the murderer

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

true source

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

lifeless and eerily quiet, breeding an inexplicable panic.

room, I watched her accusing me of mockery, of enjoying her downfall.

her, reveling in it, but

suffer the most excruciating pain life could offer, and this was nowhere near enough.

we stumbled upon a boy of no more than eight or nine. He looked frail with a bloody nose that he’d wiped haphazardly across his

brother back?” the boy approached Robin, pleading