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?

were kids, and he

if you ask me.

back as he crouched

Coly’s

to have a sixth sense for sussing out the good from the bad, taking

with ease.

a spot on him that isn’t battered. He’s resting upstairs,”

I murmured.

Maybe this whole serial killing spree is over, and hopefully,

of it, the killer had indeed slipped away, as if with Dorian’s death, they had disappeared too.

DNA on the third victim that matched the first

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killers, and the killer became

that the perpetrator was hiding among the victims. You just couldn’t tell who

contracting killings to throw off the scent, but a serial killer turning

high Dorian will be pegged as the final killer, but I’ve got this nagging feeling… it’s not that simple,” Robin confessed, his intuition on

I knew too that it wasn’t