Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292 

“Robin, don’t be a roadblock to justice,” Finn said dismissively, signaling Cory to intercept Robin. 

“Bro, just chill… Finn’s got this; he’s the expert.” Cory quickly stepped in front of Robin, trying to calm him down. 

“If it weren’t for Caleb last time, we wouldn’t have found Melody so fast! If only… if I’d been quicker, Phoebe would still be alive!” Robin was visibly shaken and out of control. 

I knew the death of Phoebe had hit Robin hard. He couldn’t shake off her demise. 

The image of Phoebe trapped in that glass coffin had been a haunting vision for Robin. He didn’t want history to repeat itself; he wanted to catch the culprit to save the victims. He wasn’t in the wrong. 

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Robin’s fist slammed into the wall, his hands clenching into tight fists. 

I wanted to comfort him, but before I could approach, Robin suddenly turned and grabbed my wrist. “Come on, I’m taking you to see Colin.” 

I hesitated for a second before he pulled me into his car. 

“Hey Officer Robin,” Eric greeted as he approached Robin. 

“We need to go to Sea City Mental Health Sanatorium.” Robin was determined to see Colin, hoping he could help locate the next victim. 

I glanced at Robin. “Are we allowed to visit?” 

“He’s a patient, not a prisoner,” Robin gritted his teeth. “I dare anyone to try and stop us.” 

I nodded, feeling a rush of adrenaline. 

Soon, I’d see him. 

But things didn’t go as smoothly as we had hoped. 

Upon arriving at the sanatorium, we were denied access on the grounds that Colin was a high–risk category five patient. 

“I’m sorry, the patient could become violent at any moment, so…..* 

Robin, anger flaring, grabbed the attendant’s collar. “I’ve never seen him hurt anyone! He’s coherent; he listens to reason; how is that the behavior of a high–risk psychotic?” he demanded to see the head physician. 

Despite our efforts, we were still barred from seeing Colin. It was clear there was collusion at play. 

“Officer Robin, shouldn’t you be out there directing traffic? What’s this, some kind of PTSD from a detective case? Our facility is renowned for its psychological healing,” Damian arrived, a taunting smile on his face. 

It was like a half–joke, yet sharp enough to sting. 

That was Damian’s way–always grinning like a Cheshire cat, impeccably dressed, a wolf in sheep’s clothing… 

He seemed like he never got angry, always wearing that smug smile, but with a few words or just a look, 

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he could infuriate anyone on edge. 

Daman had gotten under Robin’s skin, and I instinctively grabbed him, whispering urgently, “He’s bringing up your job your emotions, to set you up. If you take the bait, be careful they don’t lock you up in here 100*