Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 295

I stared at Robin in shock.

“Indeed, I’ve visited the crime scene, and there’s a possibility the killer was trying to mimic a serial killer’s MO, but we can’t rule anything out just yet, Robin nodded.

“Dr. Quinton’s autopsy found that the fatal blow was to the back of the head. Someone struck him from behind with a clean and precise hit, knowing exactly where to land a deadly blow,” Finn mused thoughtfully. “The victim was probably on a call before he was attacked. There was a trace of a dropped phone on the ground, but the killer took it. Serial killers never take anything from their victims. It’s like they are confident the police can’t trace anything back to them.”

“That means we’re looking at two separate cases,” I murmured.

The serial killings and this Tangle Lane mutilation case were not connected.

“What about the victim’s identity? Didn’t you say he was a former psychiatrist? Connected to Phoebe Caldwell?” I looked at Finn anxiously.

“I checked the victim, named Alex, a psychiatrist who won several awards in mental health years ago. At the hospital, he was always neck and neck with Damian, but the head preferred Alex, because Alex was better at navigating social waters,” Robin interjected.

As soon as word of a murder on Tangle Lane broke, Robin had started digging.

sealed off with crime scene tape. “And after the head was disciplined and took his own life in prison, most of the doctors moved to the current Sea City Mental Wellness Sanatorium. Alex left before the hospital’s closure, and I heard he went off to Cloud City to venture into business, got into fashion, and was making good money. He was always

dig deeper, why guess here?”

a time to be

on the hood of the car. He shot Robin a glare

checked the nearby surveillance footage and pinpointed a suspect’s address, at 37 Coastline

glanced at

in the demolition zone, was Sea City’s so–called last slum.

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sister Zoe lived there, a place indeed teeming with

to follow. If you are so capable, you can keep digging yourself.” Finn, still holding a grudge, pushed

and looked at

I nodded.

murder case truly had nothing to do with

37 Coastline Avenue.

had zeroed in on a

the time Robin and I arrived, they were breaking in to make an