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.

wheeled away by hospital staff and colleagues, Robin stepped out of the room, lighting a cigarette,

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

to be Dorian…” Robin stumbled upon a terrifying

What did that

hadn’t been asleep that night. He heard the commotion and peeked out his window, saw those guys trick Colin and Carter into a room,

spread through the whole floor, trapping them in the dorm as

those who started the fire. He admitted to several assaults. I lost it

his bloodied hands, his mind having

isn’t on you,” Stella said, trying

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“He wouldn’t name his accomplices, denied there

Colin whispered. “Just a pawn,

that among the previous victims, there were perpetrators, too? They included themselves in the plan?”

been searching for so long. Robin even longer. We were on the right

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

suddenly looked up at me. “Yes… you’re on to something!”

his cigarette, and bolted