Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 201

I blinked, shocked, and bolted upright. “I… didn’t get any missed calls from you guys.”

“Last night, Melody and Dexter went rogue trying to lure the murderer. Melody almost got herself killed, and Dexter wound up getting stabbed trying to save her. He’s in critical condition now…” Stella sounded frantic. “Did that witch Melody call you? Thank God you didn’t show up, or else…”

Stella didn’t finish her sentence, but the implication hung heavy in the air. I would’ve been walking right into the same nightmare that had claimed Phoebe.

I gasped, the cool realization hitting me. Melody and Dexter had conspired against Colin, and it had backfired, bringing a real murderer onto their trail and leaving Dexter injured?

“I’m on my way.”

Regardless, Hailey was still in the hospital, and according to Stella, she had just woken up. And now Dexter was in trouble.

“Did they catch the murderer?” I found myself asking instinctively.

I had called Robin right away last night. Dexter, the scumbag he was, frequented the gym; it wouldn’t have been easy for the murderer to take him down.

Robin and the team were stationed at Tangle Lane, a stone’s throw from the orphanage. They could make it in five minutes. Surely, the murderer couldn’t have gotten far?

“They caught him.” Stella’s voice relaxed over the phone, then turned emotional, almost tearful. “Phoebe… they got the murderer.”

was speaking to Phoebe, her best friend, her confidante.

I covered my mouth with a trembling

finally caught

shock, but my fingers were shaking uncontrollably.

felt

as Dexter deserved to die… this time, he actually played a part in drawing out the murderer. Robin said the guy was smart, left no traces, and had a knack for evading detection. Dexter had been staking out the orphanage since yesterday, using Melody as bait, making her

as a lure. He would’ve seen through it

crazy at the orphanage, that was a different story. A fish jumping right into

Chapter 201

voice was hoarse

she finally spoke. It’s that Dorian.

stunned, frozen

Dorian?

minor, fifteen or sixteen, but with eyes too cold for his

hanging up, I hurried to the hospital eager to get the police’s

a solo act; the security footage had caught at least

was definitely one.

caught, it was only a matter of time