Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 88 

I had always been the one who insisted he was a murderer. I knew that my kindness was a facade, a ruse to lure him into a false sense of security, to coax the dark truths and secrets of the serial killings from his lips. 

“I’m Phoebe’s husband,” Colin said, lifting his head. 

I shot Colin a glare, and he wilted under my gaze. 

“Phoebe? Your name is Phoebe, too?” Stella asked, her tone laced with suspicion. 

“My name’s Foebe, with an F.” I explained. I could tell Stella was struggling to accept the fact that I was Phoebe, so for now, I’d have to stick to being Foebe. 

“Why are you pretending to be Phoebe?” Stella asked, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. 

“Pretending?” I sighed. It’s not like you believed me when I said I was Phoebe. 

“Alright, as long as you two are unharmed, that’s what matters.” I took a seat on the side, catching my breath. 

This body, Foebe’s body, was so much stronger than my own had ever been. 

When I was Phoebe, I was fragile, a constant visitor to the doctor’s office, always ill, always weak. 

But this Foebe, I had thought she’d been worn down by illness, thus an easy vessel for me to slip into, but to my surprise, she could run without her legs aching or her heart racing. She was surprisingly healthy, fit even. 

“Phoebe, I feel terrible,” Colin said in a low voice. 

I reached out and felt his forehead. “You’re burning up. No wonder you feel terrible.” 

Colin didn’t respond, just kept his eyes on me. 

I couldn’t stand the way he looked at me with those deep, soulful eyes, stirring a sense of panic within me for no apparent reason. 

I quickly averted my gaze and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s go home.” 

Stella stood as well, trailing behind me. "I never would've guessed Dexter would still defend Melody."

"Maybe he's not so much defending Melody as he is his own fragile ego," I said sarcastically. "Melody's carrying his child now. He won't give up on her that easily, so your plan might not work."

"Yeah... Melody's pregnant now, and Robin wouldn't agree to the police using an expectant mother as bait," Stella sighed.

I lowered my voice and asked Stella, "You guys don't suspect at all that Colin might really be the murderer? Or an accomplice? Just because there's no evidence?"

Stella shook her head. "Robin thinks he might have been threatened by the real murderer, forced to take the fall."

Threatened by the murderer?

"He turned himself in, and right after, Phoebe's body was found. It's likely he struck some kind of deal with the murderer," Stella speculated. I shook my head. No, it couldn't be just a threat.

Colin had shown up where I was kidnapped, then again at the scene meant to trap the murderer. He was definitely connected to the murderer. Even if he wasn't the murderer or an accomplice, he must know who the murderer was.

"The orphanage girls, isn't Melody the only one left? The victim this time..." I was curious whether it was the same person's doing.

"It was the daughter of the former orphanage director," Stella said, glancing at me. "The police have declared it a serial case, meaning they have evidence it's the same murderer."Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

"The same person?" I turned back to look at Colin.

What exactly was the connection between Colin and the actual murderer?

Was he an accomplice, a partner in crime, or something else...

The three of us walked through the alleyway when Colin suddenly stopped.

I looked back at him; he was surveying our surroundings, his grip on my hand tight.

Was someone there? I scanned the area cautiously.

Indeed, I could feel a pair of eyes constantly watching us.