Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 2

I trailed behind Dexter as we entered the Homicide Division.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, just to confirm with you,” the cops took Dexter to identify some items found at the crime scene clothes, a cell phone, a bag – all mine.

Dexter looked pretty shaken up. It took him a hot minute to speak up. “Where is she?”

“Sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald, from our initial investigation, it’s highly likely she’s been offed. But we haven’t found the body yet.”

“Forget it then, don’t waste your manpower on her; she’s not in trouble.” Dexter snorted with a sneer. “She’s just ditching her stuff on purpose to create suspense. She did these to make me feel guilty and back down.”

Dexter didn’t buy for a second that I was dead. In his eyes, I was just a villain who wouldn’t stop at anything to get what I wanted, and he wished I was really six feet under.

“Are you sure about that, Mr. Fitzgerald?” The cop gave him a puzzled look.

“Positive.” Dexter nodded and looked dead serious, “Sorry for the hassle, I’ll sort it out. Give me three days and I’ll find her.”

There was a storm brewing in Dexter’s eyes: He was clearly ticked off.

I knew him too well; he was pissed that I’d taken the drama too far this time. I suddenly felt like laughing, but the laughter died right beside Dexter.

dead, and he was

same thing happened the day I was killed. I made my last call to him on the day I died, but he just snapped back after picking it up, “Phoebe, will you ever give it a

tossed my phone away in despair, got knocked out and taken away by the killer, then dead.

called

was my only friend, and I didn’t even get a chance to

about Phoebe’s whereabouts. What have you done

or I won’t bother collecting. her remains even if she dies out

couldn’t fathom what he was so worked up about; even his

a mocking smile on my lips, “Don’t worry about collecting my body, because you won’t be able

Chapter 2

happens to her, I won’t let you off the hook!” Stella screamed through tears on

his laugh dripping with sarcasm, “Is this her new trick? Using this

vision blurred as

moment, I truly lost all hope.

was a heavy downpour,

threatening. “Phoebe, you keep throwing yourself at me just want me to touch you like this, right? Why are you acting like a bitch? Why are you so desperate for

an engagement and you’re the one not

His kiss was void of love and fraught with his