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.

Dorian was wheeled away by hospital staff and colleagues, Robin stepped out of the

squeezed my hand tighter, his gaze dropping as he fell silent. He had figured it out, but it was too

be Dorian…” Robin stumbled upon a

puzzled. What

his window, saw those guys trick Colin and Carter into a room, lock them in, and then… ignite the fire. He didn’t go to the teachers; he just hid

the whole floor, trapping them in the dorm as well. So many lives were lost in that blaze.

the fire. He admitted to several assaults. I

dropped to his bloodied hands, his mind having gone blank in that

said, trying to offer some

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name his accomplices, denied there were any. But he wasn’t the mastermind.”

Colin whispered. “Just a pawn, a doomed player

victims, there were perpetrators, too? They included themselves in the plan?” I asked

on

three different people we saw in the videos were already

suddenly looked up

on his cigarette, and bolted for the records room