Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 207

Dorian lay slumped in the interrogation chair, his face smeared with blood, a twisted smile on his lips as crimson droplets trickled from his mouth.

With what little strength he had left, he gazed at the ceiling and chuckled. “Free… I’m about to be free.”

Robin stood beside him, a tempest of emotions raging within, his hands stained with blood. He had lashed out at Dorian, and it seemed Dorian had anticipated his own end.

Just one punch from Robin, and Dorian was spitting blood.

Dorian was gone before the medics could arrive, his last breath slipping away.

Robin stood there, numb, realization hitting him hard. Dorian had deliberately provoked him, pushed him to lash out. Dorian had wanted to die..

The surveillance footage showed Robin’s strike, a classic case of excessive force during questioning.

Robin was in for it now. There would be repercussions, a suspension, a halt to all his ongoing cases. And if he stepped away from this one, the investigation would stall, giving the real murderer more time to strike.

Dorian was nothing but a pawn.

out of the room, lighting a cigarette, his fingers trembling. “That bastard knew we’d find Melody. It was never Melody he intended to kill.”

dropping as he fell silent. He had figured it out,

Dorian…” Robin stumbled upon a terrifying truth. The murderer is

What

He heard the commotion and peeked out his window, saw those guys trick Colin and Carter into a room, lock them in, and then…

the fire would spread through the whole floor, trapping them in

avenge those who started the fire. He admitted

hands, his mind having gone

Stella said, trying

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accomplices, denied there were any. But

mastermind,” Colin whispered. “Just a pawn, a

possible…. that among the previous victims, there were perpetrators, too? They included themselves in the plan?” I asked softly.

were on

be that the three different people we saw in the videos were already dead, part

words struck a chord with Robin, who suddenly looked up at me. “Yes… you’re on to

to his feet, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and