Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 183

The phone went dead, and I glanced at Colin, my mind racing. If he was the mastermind behind all this, would the culprit really drop his name Caleb that easily?

Besides, Colin was known for having Eric do his dirty work, and Eric was tight–lipped as a clam

he’d never let Caleb’s name slip. The fact that someone was so adamant that Caleb ordered the hit–and–run on Dexter’s mom was just too convenient.

I knew Robin caught on to the setup, too; that’s why he gave me a heads–up with that call.

Dexter would be out in no more than a fortnight, and it didn’t make sense for Hailey to take such a huge risk.

Was someone trying to fan the flames between the Langleys and the Fitzgeralds?

“Dexter’s morn’s been in an accident; I need to hit the hospital. Stay put,” I said, worry creasing my brow. The Langley mansion isn’t safe to leave right now – not with the media circus out there and whoever is pulling the strings behind the scenes.

If the Fitzgeralds and the Langleys really went to war over Colin, his already precarious situation would only get worse.

No matter how it played out, Henry stood to gain. He could go after Colin in the open, no holds barred.

“Phoebe…” Colin started, that look in his eyes telling me he wanted to come along.

“Stay.” I insisted, my voice firm. “You have to wait for me here.”

of panic lurking there. “You’re not… you’re not lying to me again, are you? You’re coming back,

before shaking my head. “I’ll be back as soon

wait. I’ll wait as long as it

and asked the butler to bring the car around. I had to go to the

inside, and if he found out his mother was

lose it.

caught Eric marching up with a

back. The second–floor hallway was dimly lit, with Colin standing in the shadows, his face unreadable but his presence

shoelace came undone: I crouched

too comfortable lately.” Colin’s voice was a

in agreement.

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was clearly orchestrated by

If she loses

was rough and icy, a different man from the

hearing things, I thought, standing on my tiptoes to

had he really lost his

the nanny called out to

just before getting into the car, I couldn’t help but look

just paranoia; I felt eyes on

wouldn’t let me carry my baby to term undisturbed. I was waiting for them