Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

“Shouldn’t the cops be in touch with you all the time? If you were under their watch, nothing could happen to you,” I said, my voice low and steady.

“We… we got separated.” Melody stammered, her voice laced with fear as her eyes darted around. “Foebe, that maniac only listens to you. If you come to get me, I’ll tell you everything: just please help me.”

There she was, actually begging me for help.

How the tables had turned.

“And do you have any idea how desperate Phoebe Caldwell was before she died? She called Dexter, and Dexter told her to drop dead. She cried out for you guys, and what were you doing? What were you doing?” I scoffed. “Melody, this is your comeuppance.”

Melody’s voice trembled. “Foebe! You’re not Phoebe; stop this madness. Even if you look like her, you’re not her! Please, save me…”

“Why should I save you? Didn’t you tell the cops that I was in cahoots with the murderer? That intentionally had you pass Phoebe’s information to me, that I was impersonating Phoebe? Didn’t you say… I was an accomplice in her murder?”

I chuckled before continuing. “If I’m an accomplice, why on earth would you come to me for

help?”

The moment Melody begged me to save her, something in my chest inexplicably eased.

Melody was no fool. If she had real evidence of me being an accomplice to the murderer, she would never ask for my help.

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I should be hoping for her demise, really.

“Foebe!” On the other end of the line, Melody was dodging something, her voice shaking. “I know it was wrong of me to lie to the police. Someone told me… they said you were always imitating Phoebe to seduce that maniac and Dexter.”

I couldn’t tell how scared Melody was, but after a long pause, she spoke again. “Foebe, save me… Please, the maniac won’t let me go. He’s insane, and when he finds out you’re not Phoebe, he’ll kill you just as mercilessly.”

“He’s coming… he’s here… Foebe, come and save me.” Melody’s voice was frantic.

My heart tightened. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Had she seen Colin?

Honestly, I was getting scared too. Waking up without seeing Colin, where had he gone?

“If you’re asking me to save you, you should start by telling me where you are. The cops couldn’t possibly lose you; you’re a valuable asset. Whatever you’ve done, you know it,” I said

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sharply.

I knew Robin was a responsible officer; he wouldn’t let a hostage out of his sight.

There was only one possibility: Melody, full of herself, had deliberately strayed from the police’s gaze, thinking she could avoid the murderer, or… she knew the cops were tailing her, but she couldn’t lure out the murderer; she was gambling.

They say no kid from Double–Genius Orphanage is short on brains.

Two absolute geniuses, and the rest were just overshadowed by them.

Melody was indeed a top student, a classmate of Dexter’s, a grade above me, and she graduated as top of her class, fourth in the whole grade. Her adoptive parents treated her pretty well, believing she brought them pride.

Melody knew she had to work even harder, be even more outstanding, to gain wider recognition. So, when she became Dexter’s lover, I never thought of her as just another pretty face. She was smart, which is why, in my past life, I ended up dead by her hand.

Even in her terror, she wasn’t calling the cops; she was calling me.

She knew that if Colin was the murderer, I was her only chance of survival, that the police couldn’t protect her for long. She was betting on it.

I believed she had more than just me as a backup, so I wasn’t worried about her dying.

I was worried about Colin. Worried that he was the one going after her.