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?

form of masochism? I sicked my dog on him when we were kids, and he

up, if

me back as he crouched beside me,

Coly’s

out the good from the bad, taking to

with ease.

been through the wringer, not a spot on him that

I murmured.

killing spree is over, and hopefully, with

of it, the killer had indeed slipped away, as if

on the third victim that matched the first male

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victims were the killers, and the

was hiding among the victims. You

heard of strangers contracting killings to throw off the scent, but a serial killer turning up as a

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 point.

that it wasn’t that simple.