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.

Phoebe… why would she end up dead at the hands of a serial killer? Who killed her?

a madman! Obsessed with a love he couldn’t have! Because 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 someone else’s forever unless… unless you find a way to freeze time, to preserve youth, and hold on to the one you

her love, like

speak of should be trapped forever below, caged in a glass display, his and his alone, not hastily left for the cops to find

furrowed in irritation at

no such thing as a perfect murder or a perfect

mastermind behind these murders is either Caleb or Carter. Unless Carter is still alive, Caleb is our prime

stride faltered. Why did it have to be one

be. It’s a blessing one’s gone. If they were both alive, they’d kill without leaving a trace for the police to find…” Finn muttered under

of Caleb or Carter, no one else could have orchestrated

means the orphanage sequence is out the window. Melody’s under 24–hour protection from 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.

little time to find the next crime scene

was lost.

a shot at finding 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