Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 291

“Huh. Finn squinted his eyes, a mix of disbelief and amusement dancing in them. “You’ve got some nerve, don’t you? Most folks would be puking their guts out at the sight of a half–eaten corpse, and there you are, pregnant and all, not even flinching?”

Swallowing hard, I managed a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t dare look that way, to be honest.”

Finn snorted, his voice taking on a darker edge. “Foebe, you’re not as innocent as you pretend to be..”

I sucked in a sharp breath. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m gonna catch the bastard myself, Finn replied, sidestepping my question like he was making a solemn vow.

He was dead set on catching the killer. He believed the killer was Caleb.

“So, you think Caleb is the mastermind behind the serial murders, avenging Phoebe Caldwell? So the victims are all somehow linked to Phoebe, bullied her, or messed with Caleb and Carter, right?” I looked at Finn for confirmation.

Finn didn’t respond, but his silence was as good as an affirmation.

end up dead at the hands of a serial killer? Who killed her? Caleb? But why?”

said nothing in this world is permanent, not even the stars above us–they’re always shifting. No one can be someone else’s forever unless… unless you find a way to freeze time, to preserve youth, and hold on

Phoebe to preserve her love, like some

that logic, the Phoebe you speak of should be trapped forever below, caged in a glass display, his and his alone, not hastily left for the cops to find and put on public display,” I countered.

furrowed in irritation at

in fact, Finn. There’s no such thing as a perfect murder or

“The mastermind behind these murders is either Caleb or Carter. Unless Carter is still alive, Caleb is our prime

stride faltered. Why did it have to be

than anyone how dangerous those two can be. It’s a blessing one’s gone. If they were both alive, they’d kill

that, in Finn’s mind, without the intellect of Caleb or Carter, no one else could have orchestrated such meticulous killings.

be starting fresh…* I pondered aloud, then paused and turned back to look at Finn. “If the killer sticks to their M.O., they’ve already got their next victim lined up by the time they dump the first one. Time’s

time to find the next crime

was lost.

mental institution. “Go find Caleb,” Robin urged, striding over in his traffic cop uniform, clearly having rushed