Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

My jaw dropped in shock – Carter was really dead…

Carter was dead; he definitely couldn’t be the murderer.

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I glanced at Colin, whose complexion was off. “Carter’s dead…”

“Carter’s dead…” he kept murmuring.

“Are we certain that body is Carter’s?” For some reason, considering the murderer’s genius, my suspicions could only fall on Carter and Colin.

If Carter was dead, then what about Colin?

I watched Colin nervously. Although we had been together recently and he didn’t have the opportunity to commit the crime, I couldn’t help but wonder.

“I brought Colin down here to get some straight answers from him,” Robin said, taking a long drag from his cigarette and fixing his gaze on Colin. “What’s your connection to the murderer? And why did you go to the police saying you were the murderer?“.

Robin’s gaze was sharp. “I didn’t take you to the station; I’m asking you here because I trust you. You better tell me the truth.”

Colin looked away, silent.

I had once asked Colin the same thing, and his answer was vague.

“Colin… we can’t have anyone else die,” I said, my voice tight with anxiety, trying to coax him into speaking.

“I can’t find Phoebe… the trail leads to the orphanage… I went to save Phoebe, but I couldn’t find her,” Colin blurted out, suddenly anxious, filled with self–reproach and guilt.

“I lost…” His control began to slip as he tugged at his hair. “I lost his game.”

“What do you mean? What game?” Robin asked, on alert.

“The day Phoebe disappeared, someone left a letter outside my room. He wanted to play a game with me, to find Phoebe… If I could calculate Phoebe’s exact coordinates within a set time, he’d return her to me.”

That madman, making Colin calculate coordinates? Locating someone’s exact position.

“That’s insane…” I cursed under my breath.

“He tricked me; I figured it out, the coordinates he gave me… I went there,” Colin’s voice trembled. “I went to that cabin, but I couldn’t find Phoebe. At the time, I didn’t think to look for a basement.” Colin was blaming himself, collapsing to the ground, his fingers turning white as he pulled fiercely at his hair.

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He had figured it out.

He had rushed over.

But he hadn’t found Phoebe.

“It’s my fault; I lost,” Colin’s emotions were all over the place. “It’s all my fault.”

I stepped forward to hold Colin’s hand, stopping him from hurting himself. “Don’t be afraid.”

“I frantically searched for him, only finding the second letter he prepared. He told me to go to the crime scene the police suspected, to pretend to be the murderer, and then to turn myself in. As long as I did, he would return Phoebe to me.”

That psycho had indeed returned Phoebe to him…

“No wonder someone deliberately led the police to discover that basement that day,” Robin frowned.

Once Colin turned himself in, my body was found.

“That basement… it wasn’t newly dug; Colin didn’t even know there was a basement there, which means few people did.” I whispered, looking up at Robin. “What was that basement used for? The head of the orphanage must be in the know.”

I had a feeling that the murderer didn’t just randomly place me there. That basement definitely harbored some secret or darkness.

“If the murderer isn’t Colin, and it isn’t Carter…” I murmured softly. “Then who is it that could possess such skill?“..

By all accounts, the murderer was a genius.

Colin fell silent, no longer speaking. His explanation had clarified why he was at the crime scene, but was the truth really that simple?

Colin… Could he be trusted?

“Officer Robin! This is a diversion! The hospital just called; Melody’s gone missing!”