Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 319

“The police had been finding a troubling pattern in their investigation into the rash of missing teenagers. Each one had left home willingly, ventured to some off-the-grid location, and then vanished without a trace. There's footage. They all had this vacant stare, like they'd been drugged or something," Finn said, tossing a stack of printouts on my desk.

"And all of them, at some point, had crossed paths with Phoebe."

I looked up sharply at Finn. "What are you implying?"

"Every one of these missing kids was on the autism spectrum, prodigies in their own right but introverted, not big on socializing. Their parents hired tutors, teenagers like them, to help socialize them. Before Phoebe turned eighteen, she was a tutor to these kids."

Finn frowned, his implication hanging in the air. Was Phoebe connected to the disappearances?

"That's impossible..." My head started pounding, and a ringing filled my ears.

"Phoebe was just a regular student. She couldn't possibly tutor prodigies..." I couldn't believe it. I was no prodigy. Just an average student.

Just a regular kid cramming for college entrance exams.

"But that was her facade." Finn sneered, scrolling through images on his phone. "These are test papers from our Genius Class. The handwriting for the questions is Caleb's, but look at the answers."

I took Finn's phone, my breath catching at the sight. That handwriting looked like mine.

voice was icy. He always

from Caleb's stash; he treasures them. He won't admit it was Phoebe who answered them, but the

Finn, anyone who scored full marks in the Genius Class was

Phoebe's death, rendering her beyond suspicion, she would've

in chemistry. She could concoct mind-altering drugs from basic ingredients, drugs that could make people compliant, and do it under the radar, leaving

sounded like a wild guess. He speculated that I had created some drug to make the autistic kids comply, to leave home willingly

Finn's phone, my hands

couldn't believe

that time, I wasn't even

have done

no

head... it's splitting..." Suddenly, the pain escalated, as if my skull would

Finn watched me sway, his expression a mix of

the bed, the

must've heard about my car accident and

a warning glance before scooping me

weak to resist, my head throbbing as if it

"Phoebe, are you okay?"