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?

when we were kids,

screwed up, if you ask

Robin’s voice brought me back as

Coly’s

to have a sixth sense for sussing out the good from the

with ease.

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

I murmured.

killer’s gone quiet, vanished into thin air. Maybe this whole serial killing spree is over, and hopefully, with Dorian gone,

indeed slipped away, as if with Dorian’s death, they had disappeared

that matched

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killers, and the killer became a

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

of strangers contracting killings to throw off the scent, but a serial killer turning up as a victim? That’s a first for me.” A

killer, but I’ve got this nagging feeling… it’s

that it wasn’t that