Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 306

"Phoebe..." Dexter's voice carried an edge of desperation, the sting of mistrust tasted all too familiar now. "Why can't you just trust me once? Caleb is dangerous, and you should be running the other way, not... not falling for him. He's deceiving you, playing on the fact that you've forgotten your past. Dr. Damian told me that Caleb is a psychopath; he lacks empathy, incapable of love. His mind, his vision, it's all consumed by obsession—not a soul in sight."

I tuned Dexter out. He was relentless in his bad-mouthing of Colin.

"Foebe?" As I stepped into the hospital, Robin caught sight of me. "What happened? Are you hurt?"

I shook my head, pointing a thumb at Dexter. "Him."

A nurse approached to assess Dexter's injuries and ushered him off to the treatment room.

I whispered, "Henry's men."

Robin nodded in understanding. "Stay inside if you can."

"Why are you here?"

murmured, glancing around. "Came to check it out. The victim's still hanging on, fighting for his life. The assailant was sloppy, panicked—didn't make sure the target was dead before dashing off, scattering spices to cover the

the victim wakes up, he

of the suspect, they're moving in to arrest. I suspect there's a puppet

parent searching for his child, an eighteen- year-old gone for

thread... the killers are parents driven to the brink by the loss of their

and killer were one and the

missing at the same time?" I wondered aloud, suspecting these disappearances

there is a commonality—the missing kids

or...?" I

'genius disease.' They say these kids are touched

Both extremes.

deep breath, facing

my head pounded as if it would

missing children, all diagnosed

parents' journals, it was written that I too was a 'problem' child diagnosed with

make sense. Aside from being a bit of a loner, I was neither a genius nor mentally