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Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100 

I sucked in a breath, chilled to the bone. What task had he assigned to Foebe

Was it about Colin

Did Colin mistake Foebe for Phoebe? Which meant he saw Foebe as me

Colinthe Phoebe he called out for, wasn’t Foebe with an F, but actually Phoebe

I knowClutching my phone, I eyed the man anxiously, itching to step outside and call the 

cops

This guyhe had to be the murderer

You’re free to go,he said, gesturing dismissively

I nodded and bolted

Don’t harbor any false hopes. He only sees you as Phoebe; don’t expect him to actually care about you.As I reached the door, he called out a warning

I didn’t look back, just ran, legs trembling

I wanted to call the police, but I hesitated. What could I possibly report

That he’s a murderer? Where’s the proof

Would I be tipping him off if I couldn’t produce any evidence

Why was he staying at my place anyway

Was this some kind of provocation

Barely out of the building, I ran smack into someone’s arms

It was Colin

He wrapped his arms around me, his voice hoarse. Why do you always run off like that.” 

He was worried about me

YouI clung to Colin, desperately seeking a sliver of safety

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The voice of the man upstairs was so similar to Colin’s as if something had ravaged their throats, making them both sound rough and deep

How do you always find me?I looked up at Colin, my voice laced with nerves

Colin stayed silent

Did you put a tracker on me?I pressed on

Justworried about you getting into trouble.Colin averted his gaze

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I glanced back nervously, fearing the murderer from upstairs might emerge

Pulling Colin by the hand, I led him quickly away

Where’s the tracker?I asked Colin

Again, he didn’t answer

Are you going to tell me?I frowned, getting a bit angry

Colin took my wrist, caressing the bracelet there. Then, he touched the pendant around my neck

Great, so all the jewelry I wear daily have tracking devices in them

But that wasn’t all. His hand finally rested on my phone

I was so infuriated I trembled, realizing I was tagged from head to toe

Colin looked hurt, gripping my hand. Phoebe” 

Let’s go home,I urged, a chill creeping down my spine as I hastened back with Colin in tow

We couldn’t let the murderer set his sights on us

The murderer upstairs couldn’t possibly know I was actually Phoebe, right? He wouldn’t imagine in his wildest dreams that I had come back from the dead, would he

But what had he tasked Foebe with? Now that I was posing as Foebe, wouldn’t my own investigations eventually point back at me? Was Foebe the real accomplice

Phoebe, are you troubled?Colin held my hand all the way home, finally breaking the silence

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