Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Colin muttered under his breath, his mind racing with calculations.

Getting caught at this time… Something was off.

“Is it possible that Dexter set a trap to lure him out?”

Dexter’s machinations had thrown the murderer’s plan off kilter, rendering any planned timeline utterly useless.

Colin shook his head. “Dexter… idiot.”

In Colin’s eyes, Dexter lacked the necessary skill.

I shook my head. “Dexter’s not dumb. Back in Melody’s class, he was top of the grade.”

He was also dubbed the prodigy of the finance department, and upon taking over the Fitzgerald family business, he catapulted the Fitzgerald Group to new heights.

I was just being objective. I had no intention of singing Dexter’s praises. But Dexter did have his moments of brilliance.

Colin puffed out his cheeks and snorted. “Idiot.”

To a genius like Colin, Dexter was an idiot. There was an immense difference between being smarter than most, like Dexter, and being a genius of a decade, possibly of a century, like Colin. I sighed and tugged at Colin’s arm. “Anyway, once we catch one murderer, the rest are sure to follow.”

Colin seemed distracted.

And my eyelid twitched incessantly. Though we had apprehended the murderer, and I was thrilled, something about it all felt too easy.

Was Dexter really capable of outsmarting that murderer?

Dorian was caught, and Eric, who had been in contact with and funded him, was also brought in for questioning.

However, Eric’s answers were watertight, and with no incriminating evidence from the murderer’s side, he was quickly released, though required to remain on call.

“Dexter’s situation isn’t optimistic,” Robin said, waiting outside the emergency room, massaging his temples.

“He talked about atonement, not to involve the cops, which is ridiculous… Phoebe is dead; his atonement is pointless,” Robin’s voice was hoarse with frustration.

“He said he owed it to Phoebe, knowing full well he was putting himself in danger. He even coerced Melody, saying it was a debt owed to Phoebe.”

In the eyes of the police, that was sheer foolishness. But at least the murderer was caught, though the cost was far too high.

“Dorian confessed to orchestrating the murders, got all the timelines right, but… he won’t give up his two accomplices,” Robin said, glancing at me and then at Colin. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I could tell he suspected Colin.

“From the surveillance footage, there’s no one with Colin’s height. Sure, you can disguise

yourself to appear taller, but you can’t fake being shorter,” I found myself defending Colin instinctively.

Colin stood behind me, his gaze fixed on me. He murmured for a moment, then suddenly looked up at Robin. “He wouldn’t let you catch him that easily; it’s not right… the timing’s off.”

Robin furrowed his brow, not quite grasping Colin’s point.

Colin kept repeating, saying it wasn’t right.

“The guy was wearing a wig, with severe burns on his head and body, no hair left. He was a severe burn victim, his organs failing, not much time left to live. He said he just wanted revenge, revenge on those responsible for the orphanage fire all those years ago; he had planned everything.”

Due to his burns, Dorian had no hair and no fingerprints, leaving no trace but his footprints.

As a severe burn victim, he had suffered immensely over the years. The hospital had allowed him access to certain narcotic painkillers, which explained how he had those drugs.

The police had traced the drugs back to him, and the timing was too coincidental to ignore.

“He still won’t reveal his accomplices.” Cory shook his head at Robin.

Then, a female officer received a call. “Officer Robin, Dorian says he’ll give up his accomplices, but he has a condition: he wants to see you!”

Robin stood up and glanced at me. “I’ll head back first.”

But suddenly, Colin reached out and grabbed Robin’s arm. “It’s not right. It’s not right.”