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?” I found Finn’s theory hard

Phoebe stopped loving him!” Finn gritted his teeth. “He once said nothing in this world is permanent, not even the stars above us–they’re always shifting. No one can be

Colin killed Phoebe to preserve her love, like some

logic, the Phoebe you speak of should be trapped forever below, caged in a glass display, his and his alone, not

furrowed in irritation at

perfect murder or a

is either Caleb or Carter. Unless Carter is still

faltered. Why did it have to be one of

a blessing one’s gone. If they were both alive, they’d kill without leaving a trace for the police to

Caleb or Carter, no one else could have orchestrated such meticulous killings.

Dexter, making it hard for the killer to make a move. They must be starting fresh…* I pondered aloud, then paused and turned back to look at Finn. “If the killer sticks to their M.O., they’ve already got their next victim lined up by the time they dump the first one. Time’s running out…”

had little time to find

was lost.

Colin was locked away in a mental institution. “Go find Caleb,” Robin urged, striding over in his traffic cop uniform, clearly having rushed here