Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Robin’s gaze held a complex mixture of emotions as he looked at his colleagues. “Sorry… this case isn’t under our jurisdiction anymore, so I’m not in a position to talk.”

I had a sinking feeling in my gut. There must have been some internal shake–up because Robin hadn’t managed to nail the real culprit yet. The case was still unsolved.

“Robin… could you reach out to Colin for me?” I pleaded with a nervous edge in my voice. “If I don’t show up, he’s going to worry. Just let me talk to him, please.”

Robin was about to respond when Cory interrupted.

“Officer Robin is under investigation as well. You might not want to drag him into this,” Cory whispered to me.

I stared at Robin in shock. Why was he under investigation?

“Someone reported him,” Cory murmured.

I took a deep breath, trying to make sense of how everything was connecting at this junction. It looked like a jigsaw where every piece was lining up perfectly, yet seemingly unrelated.

If I was taken in for questioning, Colin would panic, lose control, and possibly go off the rails…

Once Colin lost it, isolated and without support, Henry would see an opportunity to strike. The internet’s rumor mill would start churning, and the public would lap it up, seeing only what they wanted to see. Dexter would be out for blood, his own mother a hit–and–run victim, and he would likely take his anger out on Colin.

“I have the right to contact my lawyer. You can’t just take me in without allowing that.” I insisted, hoping to reach Colin first to at least calm him down.

“We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t have evidence. You better cooperate,” the officer retorted, denying me the chance.

All I could do was cooperate with the police investigation, as I was in the dark about what evidence they had found.

And as for Foebe Larson’s secret? I was clueless.

I didn’t even know when we arrived at the precinct. Time was flying by.

The police grilled me through the night, demanding to know why I had allegedly ordered Hickey to kill Melody.

Hickey was the teenager accused of the assassination attempt on Melody, Abdul’s brother.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” I said truthfully.

“The kid’s already confessed. He claims you were funding them, that you ordered him to kill Melody, promising to cover his brother Abdul’s medical bills if he did the job,” the officer said

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coldly, the pressure in his voice palpable,

This was Hickey’s story?

Was it really Foebe’s doing?

“No way…” I shook my head in disbelief, “I would never order Hickey to harm Melody at the hospital.” This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

I was sure of that much. From the moment I woke up in Foebe’s body, I hadn’t been in touch with Hickey at all. It couldn’t have been me.

“You better start talking!” The interrogator slammed a few photos onto the table in front of me. “Here you are, funding them, bringing them food, taking the kid to the doctor. How are you going to squirm your way out of this one?”

Trying to keep my composure, I responded, “I only helped them out, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Where’s the proof that I gave the order? Just because someone says so doesn’t mean I have to confess to a crime I didn’t commit.”

“Foebe Larson, I advise you to drop the act. Come clean, cooperate with our investigation, and you might get a more lenient sentence.”

“I didn’t order Hickey to kill Melody. This is all a big misunderstanding.”

As the officer was about to respond, another cop entered and whispered something in his ear. The interrogating officer gave me a deep, probing look and then stood up and left the room.

was left alone in the interrogation room, a pounding headache setting in.

If I didn’t return to Colin… would he lose it? He seemed very determined to wait for me.

I wondered if Robin had passed on the message to Colin.

If he hadn’t, Colin would probably keep waiting.

After spending a night at the precinct, being questioned to no end and without any solid evidence against me, they stopped questioning me. I slumped into the chair, exhausted, and fell asleep. When I

woke up, an officer told me I was free to go.

“No more questioning?” I asked, puzzled.

The officer didn’t bother to answer.

As I walked out of the precinct, I saw Robin leaning against a car as if he’d been waiting for me. “Hickey confessed. He said it was Zoe who told him to kill Melody,” Robin said gravely.

I felt a wave of panic. “Who’s Zoe?”

“Carter’s sister,” Robin’s voice was heavy with implication.

Stunned, I locked eyes with Robin. Carter’s sister?

“Don’t you think… it’s all too coincidental?” I challenged. No sooner was I taken in for questioning than Hickey confessed.

“I did some digging–Carter was abandoned as a kid and sent to the orphanage with his sister. His sister has special needs and is intellectually challenged. How could she possibly mastermind such a plot against Melody?”