Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

“… Although Thave no proot… Esuspect the murderer has been secretly staying at Phoshe Caldwell’s place. If you believe me, you could have someone keep an eye on him “I said, my voice tinged with anxiety.

Even Stella didn’t believe me, and I was certain fotin would be even more skeptical. If they didn’t believe me, the murderer would continue their spree. More people would get hurt.

“I have a hunch that the murder is connected to people from the old orphanage, not just the women in red dresses from the photos. Those might just be the beginning I nervously glanced at Robin, holding back from mentioning our class president James.

Ineeded to get to the bottom of this first.

Robin eyed me with suspicion. “You’re saying the murderer might be living at Phoebe’s house?” I nodded vigorously, my gaze fixed on Robin.

Robin frowned. “How do you know this?”

“…” I stammered. “I’ve been investigating.”

“Where’s the evidence?” Robin pressed for proof.

“If you trust me, just watch him. He’s bound to act again,” I urged desperately.

“Are you still hung up on this person staying at Phoebe’s place?” Stella emerged from the office, casting a glance my way. “Foebe, after you told me the other day, I went over to Phoebe’s. Everything was as usual, no sign of anyone sticking around, I checked the last few months of security footage. The

only person coming and going was you. Even before Phoebe passed, you were always sneaking into her housel”

Stella’s gaze was icy as she continued. “I need to ask, how did you get Phoebe’s keys and get in? What were you doing? Phoebe never mentioned you to me.”

“I…” I was taken aback, wanting to explain, also surprised that Foebe had often gone to my place. What was she doing there? I wasn’t even living there anymore? But the scrutinizing looks from Stella and Robin were suffocating.

I knew the truth, but voicing it out seemed futile when no one would belleve me.

“Moreover, I’ve gone through Phoebe’s belongings, her daily diaries, all kept in that house, and now they’re all missing. You took them, didn’t you?” Stella said angrily.

“Believe me, Stella, please. I just want to catch Phoebe’s murderer,” I blurted out in panic.

Foebe took my diaries?

What other secrets did this Foebe have?

Stella watched me with a mix of suspicion and caution, then glanced at Robin. “I find her Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Suspicious. She’s known way too much about Phoebe from the start, too many details… She’s purposefully imitating Phoebe to mislead us.”

Robin also looked at me with doubt, his distrust evident

“It you won’t believe me, then I’m leaving. I didn’t elaborate, fearing it would only fuel their suspicions. Since they didn’t believe me, I had to find evidence to convince them.

“There’s definitely something off about this Foebe, Stella muttered, her brow furrowed as she looked at Robin.

Robin said nothing, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

In the car.

I stared blankly outside, at the gloomy sky, as a light rain began to fall again.

It suddenly dawned on me that the murderer always seemed to choose this kind of weather to strike.

With the drizzle, many would wear raincoats, and even if caught on camera, nothing could be made out clearly. It was perfect for committing the crime and for dumping the body.

*Colin, take me to my place!” I said with suppressed urgency, desperate to find evidence to prove my innocence.

The feeling of not being trusted, especially by someone who was once a close friend, was truly crushing.

“Head to Serenity Lane,” Caleb said to the driver.

Caleb knew that by ‘my place‘, I meant Phoebe’s house.

The car stopped along a narrow alley in Serenity Lane, crowded with vehicles, providing a good

cover.