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

in

was a storm cloud, and he turned to look

everyone holding their breath. Even the police dogs were on the

night on the 15th?” Robin

are you?

the dark. Can’t you say

they catch the killer this time, can I go? Let me leave.”

have paid off my debt to you?

just say

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chilling monologue of my terrified whispers in the alley, begging for Dexter to speak, to give me some

face turned ghostly pale,

with fury as she glared at Dexter. “You’re a complete bastard! You let Phoebe go

didn’t,” he protested weakly,

tears. You see, Dexter,

I want

to let me go, but

“Mmm… help… help…”

“Dexter…”

“Save me…”

and clamped

struggled, cried out, my voice fading, the chaos in the recording dissolving into silence.

on edge, including

that recording; I had

He

recording, damn it, tell me when!”

weak. “Yesterday… It was yesterday…”

truth!” Dexter roared like a wild animal at

the ground, his face ashen. “The cops… the day they came asking about the 15th, when they said Phoebe