Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 203

With the trail of drugs as a lead, it was a complicated maze to navigate, but persistence would inevitably point the finger at Dorian.

Besides, I had already seen him at Phoebe’s place; he was one of the first to blow his cover.

It was only a matter of time before the cops caught up with him.

And it was he, of all people, who nearly killed Dexter, getting nabbed by the law right at this crucial moment.

It did seem a bit too coincidental.

“He doesn’t have a red birthmark on his arm, does he…” I murmured softly.

If Dorian didn’t have one, then there had to be an accomplice.

Despite doubting my own recollection, I clearly remembered clawing at my attacker’s arm and the red birthmark on it before my death.

I couldn’t be wrong.

get back to the interrogation room to see what kind

Dorian?” I asked Colin in

welfare, but when the orphanage couldn’t take him anymore, those kids–scars

that never reaches those who need it, and it doesn’t solve the core issues.

a suffocating wave–of a life reduced to mere survival, clinging on through infections that

fates, and I’d give him the money I made from collecting bottles and selling scraps so he could buy his medicine. Later, when the Langley family took me in, I

inherently good, something I came to realize through our time together. From what remained of my childhood memories,

shoulder, whispering. “It’s okay… as long as you’re not

pain, seeking vengeance on those responsible

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himself and Colin as a cover, the motive seemed

something still felt off.

have many investigative methods. They’ll solve the case soon, and Robin’s quite skilled.” I murmured, seemingly to reassure Colin but also

Colin conceded, rare praise coming from

tools in the police shed, privy to many secrets and truths about

the person lurking in the shadows. His team was also

to catch the real murderer.