I never thought Colin was going all out just to track down the killer.
It felt more like he was trying to cover something up.
"Phoebe, nothing is more important to me than you..." His voice was hoarse, choked with emotion. "I was just guessing. The killer is so smart. I lost, Phoebe, I lost."
Colin spoke in riddles that went over my head, probably about that time I died, when he lost some kind of game with the killer.
"You say you love me, but I can't see any hatred for the person who killed me in you." I shook my head, feeling a distance growing between Colin and me.
It was all too obvious.
He knew something but wouldn't tell me.
He had gotten close to the inner circle but kept me in the dark.
Not even telling the police...
Colin hung his head in defeat, tears welling up in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, his Adam's apple bobbing, but in the end, he said nothing.
"I want to know the truth..." My voice trembled as I faced Colin. "I want to know how I died, why they hated me so much. I want to catch the killer!"
Colin rushed over in a panic, pulling me into a tight embrace. After what felt like an eternity, he seemed to make a decision. "Okay... Phoebe, I'll help you, I'll help you. You know that whatever you ask, I will do it. I'll help you."
I let out a sigh of relief, looking down, feeling perhaps a bit guilty for forcing Colin to choose between me and 'the killer'. As it stood, it seemed he chose me.
"Phoebe, I'll help you," he reassured me, repeating the promise over and over.
"Okay." I nodded, slowly closing my eyes as tears burned hotly. "Colin, we can't keep running away. It's time to fight back."
"Okay." Colin nodded emphatically.
It seemed like he would do anything I said.
Except when it came to 'the killer'.
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