Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120 

I was squatting on the ground, my head pounding as I was staring at the pavement with a mix of terror and disbelief. 

Foebe… she was indeed connected to the murderer. 

“Why she’s here? Should we bring her in for questioning? There’s something off about that woman,” Cory asked Robin. 

Robin’s expression was grave as he looked at me, “Miss Foebe, this isn’t a place for you.” 

I stayed silent, waiting for the police to clear the scene before standing up to search for Caleb. 

Had he not followed me? 

In a frenzy, I scanned the area for Caleb and finally spotted him across the street, also drenched from the rain. That was when a wave of relief washed over me. He was still here. 

“Caleb…” I wanted to dash to his side, but the bustling traffic stood in my way. 

“Stay put,” he raced towards me with urgency and draped his coat over my shoulders. 

“Phoebe, let’s go home.” he whispered soothingly. 

I nodded, casting a final glance at the crime scene. 

“The lunatic won’t stop,” I said, my voice hoarse. 

The murderer would keep going. He’d keep killing until he was satisfied. 

“I’m looking for him, too,” Caleb cracked open and revealed. 

I looked up at Caleb. Why wouldn’t you say his name?” I asked. 

He shook his head, “Because I’m not sure myself.” 

I frowned, unsure whether Caleb was trustworthy. 

Back at the Langleys. 

After a hot shower, I curled up in bed with a mug of water. 

Caleb emerged from the bathroom in a bathrobe, squatting beside me. “Feeling better?” he asked. 

I nodded, my emotions beginning to settle as I asked, “Can I ask you something?” 

He nodded. 

“Why do you say those who died deserved to die?” I was eager to know what those people had done. 

10:51 

Chapter 120 

Caleb looked down, his long, elegant fingers slowly clenching. Scars from burns marred his hands, yet his fingers remained strikingly beautiful. 

It was clear that, had he not been injured, he would have been a perfect ‘work of art. 

“Fire… they set fires,” Caleb said, his voice low as if recalling a painful memory. 

His whole body was trembling. 

Panicked, I grasped Caleb’s hand and instinctively pulled him into an embrace, “It’s okay… it’s all in the past.” 

Were the people from the orphanage the ones who set the fire making Caleb a victim? 

That could be a lead to investigate, right? 

I took out my phone and messaged Robin. 

I mentioned that the victims were connected to the orphanage fire from years ago. 

Robin replied that there was no need for “Miss Foebe” to concern herself.