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.

was stalling

I died, but he just snapped back after picking it up, “Phoebe, will

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

Dexter called Stella with rage boiling as soon

and I didn’t even get a

Dexter? I should be asking you about Phoebe’s whereabouts. What

her this is her last chance. She better come home tomorrow, or I won’t bother collecting. her remains

what he was so worked up about;

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

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and I’ve called the cops, you scumbag. If anything happens to her, I

her new trick? Using this to force

blurred as

I truly

before my death, there was a heavy downpour, lightning flashing,

throwing yourself at me just want me to touch you like this, right? Why are you acting like a bitch?

engagement and you’re the

my lips. His kiss was void of love and fraught with his cathartic desire, “Isn’t this what you wanted? Stop pretending.”