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 this

remained silent but grabbed my chin from behind, forcing me to

figure burst into

arrival was frantic, calling out my name.

with me as bait?” I hissed through clenched

intention in that alley today was always to kidnap me,

of you,” Dexter murmured, his voice a low growl as he compelled me to watch the screen.

balled into fists as I watched Colin standing alone in the desolate room, a sharp pain

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sooner had he barged in than the iron door

called out my name

fixed on the camera, his eyes chillingly cold,

rasped, his voice hoarse and ominous, directed

signaling the doctor to proceed.

the doctor stood up and pressed play

to project onto a screen in the

tighter, witnessing Colin beating against the iron door, repeating desperately, “I need to get out; she’s waiting for me; let

him to a chair, injected him with drugs, force–fed him pills.

in the room, Colin was losing it, pounding at the iron door with all his might. That fear of entrapment was enough to drive anyone mad. And they were so cruel,