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.

at the hands of a serial killer? Who killed her? Caleb? But

“He once 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,

Colin killed Phoebe to preserve her love,

his and his alone, not hastily left for the

furrowed in irritation at

rooted in fact, Finn. There’s no such thing as a perfect murder or a perfect victim, right?” I took a

before Finn spoke again. “The mastermind behind these murders is either Caleb or Carter. Unless

have to be

two can be. It’s a blessing one’s gone. If they were both alive,

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

window. Melody’s under 24–hour protection from Dexter, making it hard for the killer to make a move. They must 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 running

had little time to find

was lost.

here, maybe we’d have a shot at finding it before the next victim expired. But Colin was locked away in a mental institution. “Go find Caleb,” Robin urged, striding over in