Chapter 348

"Where does that leave Phoebe?" Finn repeated the question I'd asked earlier.

If no one is innocent, what about Phoebe?

"She..." Colin's grip on my hand was trembling. "She's the key, the subject of the genetic editing experiments, the smoking gun that should be displayed in a glass case, so..."

So someone killed me.

I let out a bitter chuckle. My genes were tampered with, I was conceived, I was born—how is that my fault?

Why should I be mercilessly killed, exploited by everyone?

I struggled to break free from Colin's grasp, but he held on tight, his voice hoarse with pleading. "Phoebe..."

Every time I got upset, he'd do this. But I'd been murdered!

the person behind it

behind it all!" I declared, my eyes welling up with tears. "I don't care why you're protecting him; I can't let him kill everyone and

guilty, it should be the law that punishes them, not some

head, his breathing

Still so stubborn...

longer hoping he would help me with the serial killer case.I

other hand, the body parts case has led us to human trafficking. We suspect that those 'natural' geniuses are being sold as gene carriers, and might even be facing a worse kind

be used as breeding tools, genetic carriers, sperm and egg banks, or worse... drained of all their

trade, and the cops can't do anything about it; they're like sewer

missing kids, we would have to

remembered. Zoe lived in that area, and she had a slight intellectual disability. With the right approach, she might

Zoe, Colin's expression changed

seemed vehemently against me meeting Zoe. "She's got a learning disability; she won't tell you anything. Besides it's too chaotic there. It’s not

frowned at Colin, realizing that there were indeed more than a few things he was keeping from me. And then my mother's journal entries

tell if

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