Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 291

“Huh. Finn squinted his eyes, a mix of disbelief and amusement dancing in them. “You’ve got some nerve, don’t you? Most folks would be puking their guts out at the sight of a half–eaten corpse, and there you are, pregnant and all, not even flinching?”

Swallowing hard, I managed a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t dare look that way, to be honest.”

Finn snorted, his voice taking on a darker edge. “Foebe, you’re not as innocent as you pretend to be..”

I sucked in a sharp breath. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m gonna catch the bastard myself, Finn replied, sidestepping my question like he was making a solemn vow.

He was dead set on catching the killer. He believed the killer was Caleb.

“So, you think Caleb is the mastermind behind the serial murders, avenging Phoebe Caldwell? So the victims are all somehow linked to Phoebe, bullied her, or messed with Caleb and Carter, right?” I looked at Finn for confirmation.

Finn didn’t respond, but his silence was as good as an affirmation.

why would she end up dead at the hands of a serial killer? Who killed her? Caleb? But why?”

in this world is permanent, not even the stars above us–they’re always shifting. No one can be someone else’s forever unless… unless you find

believed that Colin killed Phoebe to preserve her love,

caged in a glass display, his and his alone, not hastily left for the cops to find and put on public display,”

brow furrowed in irritation at my challenge.

be rooted in fact, Finn. There’s no such thing as a perfect murder or a perfect

Finn spoke again. “The mastermind behind these murders is either Caleb or Carter. Unless Carter

it have to be one

If they were both alive, they’d kill without leaving a trace for the police to find…” Finn muttered under his breath.

of Caleb or Carter, no one else could have orchestrated

must be starting fresh…* I pondered aloud, then paused and turned back to look at Finn. “If the killer sticks to

find the next crime scene before

was lost.

it before the next victim expired. But Colin was locked away in a mental institution. “Go find Caleb,” Robin urged, striding over in his traffic cop uniform, clearly having rushed here straight after his