Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 278

Robin, still in his traffic cop uniform, must have just finished his shift when he dropped off Coly. “This pooch is one tough cookie, like its owner,” he said, eyeing the dog that had clearly taken a shine to him. “Smart, too. Could’ve made a fine K–9 unit.”

I crouched down, my gaze fixed on Coly, still bandaged around the belly. As I reached out, the large wolfhound bounded towards me with a wagging tail, leaping into my arms.

At that moment, flashes of my childhood flickered through my mind.

“Howler, bite him!”

“Howler, attack!”

“Howler, fetch!”

It seemed like I’d gotten up to some serious mischief with Howler back in the day.

But the details were hazy, lost in the fog of memory.

One thing I did recall was using Howler to bully Dexter when we were kids.

Thinking about it now, I could sort of understand why Dexter despised me, why he thought I was rotten to the core. But he should’ve just hated me, plain and simple. Why the act, the charade of deep affection after I was gone?

dog on him when we were kids, and he

up, if you ask

brought me back as he crouched beside me, p

Coly’s

sense for sussing out the good from

with ease.

not a spot on him that isn’t battered. He’s resting

I murmured.

alive, and Dorian confessed. The killer’s gone quiet, vanished into thin air. Maybe this whole serial killing spree is over, and hopefully, with Dorian gone, it’s the end of

it, the killer had indeed slipped away, as if with Dorian’s

police found DNA on the third victim that matched the first male victim,” Robin added,

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and the killer

was hiding

turning up as a victim? That’s a first for me.” A conspiracy

killer, but I’ve got this nagging feeling… it’s not

that it wasn’t that simple.