Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

“If he had any sense, he wouldn’t have let Phoebe die.” Robin frowned, his voice tinged with frustration.

I paused for a second, at a loss for words. Robin was right.

“Thank goodness, she’s alright though,” Robin glanced toward the hospital room.

“I did some digging on that kid, Dorian. He’s been involved in petty theft, but murder? There’s no hard evidence. We had to cut him loose.”

Robin glanced at me apologetically.

“But there’s something off about him,” I murmured. “He’s barely out of his teens, yet there’s a maturity in him that’s way beyond his years. And there’s this…”

I felt an inexplicable fear toward him.

I couldn’t tell Robin that I was sure I’d seen Dorian before I died. My own memories felt unreliable now.

In my semi–conscious state, my recollections might not be accurate.

“Dorian’s definitely got a lot of red flags. I’ll keep an eye on him,” Robin reassured me with a quick glance. “That doctor from the mental hospital Colin knocked out? He confirmed Colin’s got a serious mental disorder. The dangerous kind. Colin would go to extreme lengths to keep what or who he likes. As it stands, the killings seem organized, and we can’t rule out Colin as a possible mastermind.”

I fell silent.

“What will you do if evidence finally points to Colin orchestrating all this?” Robin asked me directly.

“I don’t know…” I dodged the question.

I didn’t want to think about what I would do if Colin was implicated. It was one thing to suspect him without proof, but what if we had all the evidence?

“If Dorian is one of the murderers and Colin has been secretly sheltering him, it’s going to be hard to shake off the suspicion,” Robin said, hesitating slightly before meeting my gaze.

I knew there were things he couldn’t share with me as a cop, especially details of their investigation.

Even if there were truths and evidence unknown to me, he couldn’t disclose them completely.

The fact that Robin was sharing this much with me today only made me more anxious.

Was there… actual evidence pointing to Colin?

“Did you find something?” I asked Robin nervously.

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He didn’t respond right away. After a moment, Robin spoke again. This case is a high–profile serial killing investigation. Too many lives lost, we’re all on the line here,”

I clenched my hands tightly, trying to grasp the implications of his words.

If Colin was placed at a crime scene, would they pin all the blame on him?

“So many careers are at stake here. We can’t afford another death,” Robin leaned against the door frame, considering a cigarette, but then thought better of it and put it away, “Colin was a victim once. He’s got plenty of motive to be the perpetrator.”

“People with a motive don’t just turn themselves in. Colin’s not that foolish!” I blurted out, surprised by my own need to defend him. Initially, Colin had been my prime suspect.

Robin seemed torn, and it was clear he didn’t fully trust me either. “Foebe Larson, you must realize that you’re also one of the main suspects we’re investigating.”

Of course, Robin must have investigated Foebe Larson thoroughly.

“Foebe, I hope… you’re not involved in this mess,” Robin said suddenly, his gaze heavy with

concern.

I felt a surge of wariness, knowing they must have found something.

“Foebe Larson? We need you to come with us for questioning,” the officers said when they arrived. I was stunned, but I had expected this day might come. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Foebe had been secretly funding Abdul’s homeless orphans. With Abdul’s brother failing to assassinate Melody, it was bound to come back to me.

“Robin…” I whispered. “Can I call Colin first? He’s waiting for me at home.”