Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 18

Robin couldn’t hear me, but I knew he wanted to crack the case fast to prevent any more women from getting hurt.

Maybe it was a cop’s intuition, but right now, it seemed like Robin was the only one who believed something had happened to me.

“You guys have to investigate so many people and so many cases. That must be exhausting. huh?” I muttered to myself, probably because I was truly desperate.

“Robin! Here’s everything on Phoebe. Her phone is pretty banged up, sent it off to tech for recovery. Might take a while. Data from Phoebe’s phone will be recovered and exported once it’s fixed.

“I cringed internally. That meant they could see everything–my browsing history and my diary

notes.

Robin had me thoroughly investigated.

To be honest, I was curious about the type of person I would be in someone else’s

investigation.

Robin glanced over my file, noting how I had watched my parents die in a car crash at eighteen. The first photo in the file was from the accident scene.

I instinctively shut my eyes, not daring to remember.

“The Fitzgeralds took Phoebe in. You’d think they had a good relationship, but the way Dexter talks about her, you’d think they were enemies,” a young officer muttered under his breath.

Robin stayed quiet, studying my file intently.

all my artwork. They’d find my

on a plane heading off to study abroad right about. now.” Robin

pang of pain hitting my chest. Yeah, if I

now.

a figure like hers. Mentioned she hooked up with

numbly, but I couldn’t stop myself hearing the

entourage left early. Whether Phoebe was willing… that’s anyone’s guess.”

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Robin cursed under his breath. “A bunch of lowlifes!”

seemed to believe me deep down.

I hadn’t expected a stranger, someone I’d only

Robin’s anger. It seemed that he was empathizing

him to

in Sea City had cast a dark shadow over

hauled in for questioning; even Kyle, bruised and battered, was dragged from the hospital by the cops.

Why aren’t you going after that

coldly, then pressed on. “You’re suspected of sexual assault and harassment, so cut the crap.” Kyle was taken aback, “What? Who

Kyle by the collar and hauled

was my diary.

diary. Afraid I’d forget how these people hurt me, I was

out. The guy was not the sharpest

of it, and he marked down Kyle’s admission

of relief. This way, Kyle