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.

Colin’s shoulder before leaving. He needed to get back to the interrogation room to see what kind

Dorian?” I asked Colin in a hushed

orphanage couldn’t take him anymore, those kids–scars from the fire, unwanted by families–were left to institutions that struggled with the medical bills.

it, and it doesn’t

mere survival, clinging on through infections that ravaged the organs, desperate enough

similar 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 asked them to look after him

to realize through our time together. From what remained of my childhood memories, Colin would fight for me, knowing full well

leaned on his shoulder, whispering. “It’s okay… as long

pain, seeking vengeance on those responsible

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and Colin as a cover,

still felt

Robin’s quite skilled.” I murmured, seemingly to reassure Colin but also

conceded, rare

in the police shed, privy to many secrets and truths about the orphanage, but as an officer, he

affected the person lurking in the shadows. His team was also the

determined to catch the