Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 424

Colin and Dexter were still at it, hammering out the details of their argument over whether to split up or not...

I sighed, feeling the pressure drop. "Get over here!"

Colin scampered over. "Babe…"

"Look at this mess," I said, feeling like my IQ had taken a dive below Colin's. My memory wasn't fully back, and my mind felt like it was wading through fog.

Colin was thrilled, glad to be of use.

"The thirteenth floor is sealed off. Must be something they don't want us seeing. Let's head down to the twelfth. We're trying to get out of here, not take a tour," Colin said, leading me down.

The emergency stairs went straight to the twelfth floor.

But curiosity was gnawing at everyone about what was on the thirteenth floor and why it was sealed off.

Curiosity, the age-old human trait that's got us into trouble more times than not.

"What's so special about the thirteenth floor that it's sealed off?" Finn asked, curiosity piqued.

"The thirteenth floor has a secret passageway leading straight to the ground floor. How do you think those behind this got up? It's the control room for the entire building, the source of all the holographic tech and AI on the fourteenth floor, and where those people landed when the floor gave way," Colin explained with a grave tone.

Of course, a building this tall needed a control room, especially one housing all the AI and holographic tech on an entire floor.

Robin caught on to the significance, eyes lighting up. "So, you're saying Stella and Bran might actually be alive? They just dropped down to make us lose hope?"

"I can't be sure. All I can say is, the innocent won't die," Colin replied, shaking his head.

At that time, everyone was under the influence of drugs. If everyone crossed that line and fell, those meant to die would be killed on impact, and those not meant to die would be let go in advance.

If Bran and Stella were innocent, then their lives weren't in immediate danger.

But at this point, Colin trusted no one...

"So, our goal now is to get out alive," Finn concluded, nodding. "Or get out and have the place surrounded by the cops for a thorough investigation. There's bound to be some leads."

"Ha, ha, ha..." The lights on the twelfth floor suddenly came on, and that eerie voice spoke again. "Naive."

"Welcome to the twelfth floor. You all must be tired and hungry. The food on the table is prepared for you."

Without the reminder, I hadn't even noticed my thirst and hunger, adrenaline keeping me in survival mode.