Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 474

It seemed to be the perfect opportunity for Naomi, making her claims more credible.

The Phoebe who had died was not the real Phoebe.

The real Phoebe had lost her memory in a car accident four years ago and had been taken away by the organization.

"Colin, do you believe what Naomi says?" Bran echoed the question swirling in my mind.

Colin didn't respond, just glanced at me.

I felt a sourness in my nose, a void of safety enveloping me.

"Why are you sitting between me and my wife?" Colin finally spoke, his voice heavy with an unspoken threat.

I instinctively looked up, my eyes slightly reddened.

Just then, Colin kicked Bran lightly and grabbed my hand. "I want to sit next to Phoebe."

The passenger side, Finn mockingly mimicked Colin, shaking his head, "I want to sit next to Phoebe..."

Forced to switch seats, Colin ended up in the middle.

"I was thinking, why did the organization suddenly release Naomi as this maternal figure and replace Phoebe with a new subject... Their goal must be to reclaim the 'Foebe Larson' subject, release a new clone, and then... temporarily halt operations, laying low until the time is right to resume?" Colin whispered.

Finn gave Colin a thumbs up. "That's exactly what I was thinking."

Colin squeezed my hand tighter. "That means... Phoebe could be in danger."

They would definitely use every means to take me away.

"I think... maybe Naomi is telling the truth. The Phoebe isn't really Phoebe; what she holds is the real Phoebe." I stared out the car window, speaking again. "Colin, the Phoebe you love, maybe she never loved anyone else; she's still Phoebe..."

If this was the conclusion, it would be the best ending for Colin.

"Phoebe..." Colin tightened his grip on my fingers.

I glanced at him, my heart in turmoil.

...

Naomi's car stopped in front of a villa in the outskirts of Sea City.

It was on a hill, surrounded by serene beauty.

Stepping out of the car, I saw her standing on the second floor.

Did she not want to die anonymously, to be replaced?

"Did Phoebe plan all this? Is it possible that Phoebe committed suicide..." Finn whispered. "No... Could the real Phoebe have been the mastermind behind the serial killings? What we found in the ruins was enough..."

"Shush!" Robin frowned, cutting Finn off.

Finn paused, then fell silent.

Bran followed, his gaze fixed on the woman upstairs.

"She's Caleb's Phoebe... You're already doubting yourself, aren't you?" Naomi stood behind me, whispering again. "Caleb's Phoebe should be pure, both in soul and body, not someone who fell in love with Dexter, who had Dexter's child..."

"Shut up!" I admit, her words enraged me, my emotions spiraling out of control.

My whole body was trembling.

Yet, I couldn't refute her, feeling more like I was lashing out in frustration.

"Defective, meant to be reclaimed, you should just quietly disappear, leaving the pure and whole Phoebe for Caleb. The organization will then retreat, going into hiding worldwide. Caleb and Phoebe can live out their lives in peace. This is the chance the organization is offering you... Sacrifice yourself, come with us, and the organization will spare Caleb, giving him a clean and complete Phoebe."

Naomi spoke again, her offer temptingly cruel.