Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 36

“Officer Robin, you think this is where it all started?” his partner queried with a raised brow.

Robin nodded without a word.

Colin’s eyes were glued to a particular door; he turned and began searching the room.

The old orphanage was gigantic, abandoned for many years, and although the police had scoped it out before, they’d never found anything of substance.

Colin picked up a stick and prodded through the debris.

I trailed behind Robin, my nerves on edge.

Was the truth about to surface? The long arm of the law misses nothing; if the cops were diligent, they’d find the original crime scene for sure.

Dexter’s complexion was ashen, and he followed the police, silent as the grave.

“Dexter…” Hank’s voice quivered, choked with words he hesitated to speak.

“Spit it out,” Dexter snapped, eyes narrowing in warning.

“I… in my garage, there’s a surveillance gear… I checked it yesterday, and there’s an audio file from the night of the 15th,” Hank stammered, legs trembling.

He had been wrestling with whether to disclose this information.

Seeing Dexter ditch his own wedding plans today to look for me had thrown Hank into panic.

It was clear as day: Hank was scared out of his wits, terrified the cops would knock on his door

next.

“I’m sorry… I swear I didn’t know. I was clueless…” Hank thrust a USB drive into Dexter’s hand

retreated in a panic.

was a storm cloud, and

everyone holding their breath. Even the police dogs were

happened that night on the 15th?” Robin murmured, plugging the USB into

are you? I’m scared…”

of the dark. Can’t you

the killer this time, can I go? Let me

you? Give me a figure; I’ll pay you back. I

just say something.”

Chapter 36

my terrified whispers in the alley, begging for Dexter to speak, to give

pale, his breath

eyes reddened with fury as she glared at Dexter. “You’re a complete bastard! You let Phoebe go to Tangle Lane alone! You sent her

protested

through my tears. You see, Dexter, it’s painful to be powerless, isn’t

scared… I want

my plea to Dexter to let me go, but as I turned to leave,

“Mmm… help… help…”

“Dexter…”

“Save me…”

and clamped

cried out, my voice fading, the chaos in the recording

edge,

in that recording; I had been killed.

eyes welling with tears. He spun around to

find this recording,

weak. “Yesterday… It was

the damn truth!” Dexter roared like a wild

came asking about the 15th, when they said Phoebe was on Tangle Lane, I checked it. I’m so, so sorry, bro.