Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 174

I finally grasped what Dexter was up to. He was baiting Colin, prodding him to spill the truth. He wanted to force Caleb to confess that it was his hands that ended Phoebe’s life.

He yanked me into a spare room at the mental institution, a place designed to be a witness box of sorts, and pointed me toward the monitor. “You keep denying that he’s a murderer, saying he’s not mad? Well, you sit right here and watch.”

“Mr. Fitzgerald, we’re all set,” an assistant notified Dexter.

I watched in horror as the lights flickered on in the room on the screen; Dexter was about to rub salt in Colin’s wounds, using the ghosts of the past to goad Caleb.

“When patients are under stress, they can’t differentiate reality from their nightmares. They start to believe this world is a facade, and that’s when they reveal their deepest, darkest truths,” a doctor in a stark white coat declared gravely.

I turned, clenching my fists. “You’re Lamont, aren’t you? The doctor who blew the whistle on this asylum’s dark secrets?”

He nodded solemnly.

“Then you’ve gotta know Caleb’s not a bad seed. Why are you playing along with Dexter, tormenting Caleb, rubbing salt in the wounds?” I demanded an answer.

His silence hung heavy before he finally spoke. “He killed an innocent, Mr. Fitzgerald’s wife… and she was with child.”

“Bullshit! Phoebe was never his wife. Dexter’s the one who murdered her!” I glared at Dexter, my anger boiling over.

of

forcing me

into the room, out of control..

frantic,

lured him here with me as bait?” I hissed

always to kidnap me, to use me as leverage against Caleb.

of you,” Dexter murmured, his voice a low growl

watched Colin standing alone in the desolate room, a sharp pain

Chapter 174

the iron door slammed shut behind

name

icy gaze fixed on the camera, his eyes

ominous, directed at

signaling the doctor to

doctor stood up and pressed play on the computer.

project onto a screen in the room the very

the iron door, repeating desperately, “I need to get out; she’s waiting

him. Instead, they strapped him to a chair, injected him with drugs,

room, Colin was losing it, pounding at the iron door with all his might. That fear of entrapment was enough to