Chapter 320

"That's Phoebe after the car accident," Finn grumbled with exasperation. "Did you ever consider that she's been playing us all along since the accident? Hiding her brilliance, masquerading as an average Jane? Do you really think she was innocent?"

Finn turned to Robin. "You should've dug deeper into Phoebe."

"Too squeaky clean…" Robin was skeptical, too. "Phoebe Caldwell and her family, they're all too pristine. Running their mom-and-pop shop, barely staying afloat, yet they kept up the charity work like some kind of saints… But something just feels off."

"There's something fishy about the Caldwells, and Phoebe is no exception," Finn snorted.

"A bunch of loonies, huh? Since when did being good folks become a crime?" Stella muttered under her breath. "Can't find the real perp, so you pin it on the victim? Why don't you just say Phoebe knocked herself out and killed herself, then tucked herself into a heavy display case for a grand exhibit!"

Finn and Robin fell silent.

Because the evidence they had couldn't explain anything.

"But one thing's clear... Caleb was onto something. He said once he checks himself into the mental sanatorium, another murder would pop up, pointing right at the Langleys, at Henry..." Finn eyed Robin.

innocence, to catch Henry off

there was still no proof linking the

Dexter spat from a corner, aiming the

back to Dexter, listening to Finn and

getting more tangled

to go home today. I'll take you back to the Fitzgerald mansion," Dexter intended to take

back. I'm going home with my husband,"

before speaking again. "Phoebe,

were soft

knowing he wanted to leverage Colin's act of killing

he was sane, I'd have no objections, but he's a head case!" Dexter's gaze was

seemed he was hell-bent on

out of your mind? She's not going with you. Go back to Melody," Stella

his cold eyes, "If you weren't

Stella's

of Stella. "Mr. Fitzgerald,

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