Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 171

Eric peered warily down the alley’s end. “Who’s there?”

Startled, I spun around to hide but was swiftly muffled and dragged into a nearby shop. “I told you, you’ll regret tailing Caleb,” the voice behind me was unmistakably Dexter’s.

1 paused, furrowing my brows as I eyed him with suspicion. “Mr. Fitzgerald, got time to kill?”

“Just happened to be passing by,” Dexter quipped, reaching for a mango–flavored lollipop from the store’s shelf for me.

He must have mistaken me for Phoebe. He knew Phoebe was prone to sugar lows, hence the lollipop.

But it was laughable, really. He didn’t even know Phoebe was allergic to mangoes.

“Who do you think I am?” I asked, voice heavy with caution.

Dexter remained silent.

I scoffed. “Don’t you know Phoebe Caldwell is allergic to mangoes?”

I made no move to take the lollipop from him, looking to leave instead.

Dexter, frozen, suddenly moved to grab my wrist. “I told you to divorce Caleb for your own good.”

With an air of urgency, he pulled me into his car.

Soon after, Eric emerged and got into his vehicle.

Dexter drove off, tailing Eric’s car.

“The Langleys have always cleaned up after Caleb. He’s been a troublemaker for years, and it’s always Eric who sorts it out. His meeting with today is just more of the same,” Dexter said with a heavy tone. “Since

you her house

consider you her best friend. I can’t let anything happen

are we to each other, Mr. Fitzgerald? Phoebe grew up with you, and you couldn’t protect

how grateful I

on the steering wheel tightened, and his

his relationship with Phoebe. “Phoebe loved you so much.

driving and following Eric.

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spoke in a lowered voice. “I…

I didn’t

deeply.” His voice trembled. “She loved someone else. She was with

surge of shock and anger

gone, and he was

he even

by gratitude. I wanted to give her freedom yet keep her close. I knew she’d leave eventually…” His voice trailed off,

words absurd and hypocritical. “Your love is really cheap. When you first said you liked her, she foolishly loved you for

emotions as he glanced at me.

wanting to engage with Dexter

hesitated, his stare intense but not pressing further.

in an old neighborhood, Dexter parked as well, and we

old house

from view, Dexter and I waited to see who Eric was

open, and a hand reached out.

bore scars of burns.

was the same murderer I’d seen at my house – the one who had taken

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a while, he spoke in a lowered voice. “I… loved her.”