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?

we were kids, and he still played the devoted lover, claiming he was my true

screwed up, if you

Robin’s voice brought me back as

Coly’s

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

with ease.

on him that isn’t battered. He’s

I murmured.

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

away, as if

the third victim that matched the

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were the killers, and the killer

was hiding among the victims. You

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

the final killer, but I’ve got this nagging feeling…

too that it wasn’t that