Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 362

"Foebe Larson," someone called out as I made my way through the alley leading back home.

I turned around, surprised to see James.

His face was etched with panic as he breathlessly said, "Run!"

I frowned, puzzled by his sudden urgency.

James hurried over, out of breath. "The cops are onto us."

He grabbed my hand, intending to lead me away, my hand dropping a bag of mini donuts all over the ground.

"What do you mean...?" I asked James, confused.

"Have you forgotten? The Mister was finding adoption families for those kids, right? Remember the smartest kid got adopted by that guy named Ignatius?" James paused, then smiled at me. "That Ignatius, he's a human trafficker."

I stood frozen, disbelief washing over me. Before I could fully grasp the situation, the sound of police sirens filled the air.

James's expression turned to one of sheer terror, pulling me urgently. "Foebe, we need to run! Now!"

Despite my lack of memory, it was clear to me, James was setting me up.

"Why are you doing this to me, James? We never had any bad blood," I asked, genuinely confused. To me, James always seemed like the kindest and most normal one from our days in the orphanage.

It turns out, appearances can be deceiving.

It seemed like everyone from the orphanage was against me.

With a cold laugh, James whispered in my ear, "It's every man for himself in this world."

I looked at him coldly, trying to understand his motive. Was he trying to frame me for a crime?

"Someone wants you gone, and they need a plausible reason, like... evading arrest," James said with a smirk, suddenly pressing a cloth soaked in chloroform over my face.

The overpowering smell hit me, and I couldn't resist; everything went black.