Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 

I peered anxiously out the car window, my gaze fixated on the direction of my home.. 

The upside to these old–style apartment buildings is their open walkways on each floor, allowing a clear view of anyone coming or going. 

I had Caleb stay put in the car while I skulked in a corner, keeping a vigilant watch over the entrance. After what felt like an eternity, I finally spotted the figure in a raincoat emerging from my place and descending the stairs. 

I stealthily trailed behind. 

“Robin, I’ve spotted the murderer, and he’s about to strike again.” I sent a voice message to Robin, urging him to follow. 

If we could catch this person in the act, we’d have the evidence we needed. Then Robin and Stella would have to believe me. 

Rain poured down, growing heavier by the minute, as the sky darkened. 

I followed the suspicious person, not knowing how long I had been on his trail. He was cautious. glancing back.multiple times, but luckily I managed to hide each time. 

Eventually, he stopped in front of an apartment complex, holding a photograph, scanning the 

area. 

I knew he had set his sights on a new victim, someone inside this building. 

Sure enough, a luxury car pulled up, and a woman in a red dress, umbrella in hand, stepped out and entered the building. The hallway was silent except for the click–clack of her high heels. 

My hands shook as I recorded the scene on my phone. 

The woman entered her home, leaving the door ajar. The rain–coated murderer seized the moment, propping the door open with his hand and stealthily slipped in after her. 

In a panic, I sent the footage to Robin. This had to count as evidence right? 

Fearing the murderer would act before the police arrived, I dashed forward and started pounding on the door. “Maintenance! Time to settle this month’s dues!” 

No response from within. 

Could the murderer have already committed the deed? 

“Open up, it’s maintenance!” 

Just as I called out for the third time, Robin and his team burst onto the scene, busting through 

the door and pinning the person in the raincoat to the ground. 

The woman let out a shriek. “Who the hell are you people? Are you insane?” 

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Robin frowned and the other officers were taken aback. 

I stood frozen at the doorway as the raincoat slipped away. It wasn’t the murderer. 

I had been duped. 

The real murderer had deliberately sent someone out from my home. 

It was a setup. 

Did he know I was onto him? 

“What’s the meaning of this? Why are you assaulting my husband?” the woman in red demanded angrily. 

The man glared at Robin. “Are you out of your minds? This is trespassing!” 

“Foebe, what’s going on?” Robin snapped, visibly upset. “Don’t you know we’re swamped?” 

Numb. I stood at the threshold, unsure of how to explain. “It’s not… it’s not him.” 

“He came out of my house.” I pointed at the man in the raincoat. “Why did you come out of Phoebe Caldwell’s place?” 

The man furrowed his brow. “What ‘your house‘? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”