Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 440

She knew the moment we stepped out of the derelict building, the folks from the Gene-Forge Collective would whisk us away.

I was about to face a sliver of truth and a whole lot of darkness.

Alone, I couldn’t save them.

Call the cops? In this lawless land, where sin and desire converged like nowhere else, not even the government troops dared to tread. Who would care about the fate of women abducted for childbearing?

The guy came at me with a syringe. I feigned compliance, then, seizing the moment, I jabbed the needle into him instead.

Clad in protective gear and a mask, I stripped him of his suit and donned it myself, then tied him up and stashed him in the closet.

In that tiny room, the women looked at me with eyes full of hope, their eyes red, silently pleading for rescue.

Most were pregnant, treated like lab rats, confined in protective rooms separated by clear glass, with just a single bed to their name. Every moment of their existence was observed, recorded as some sort of twisted data.

I nodded at them, made a gesture, hoping they’d understand.

I’d find a way to get them out.

“Not done yet?” someone called from outside, growing impatient.

I grabbed a vial from the cabinet, filled a syringe, and stepped out. I plunged it into the neck of the man waiting outside. As the drug took effect and he slumped unconscious, I relieved him of his gun.

Colin emerged from another room, also in protective gear, and disarmed another guard using the same method.

We exchanged glances, a hint of amusement in our eyes.

But it was too soon for celebration.

"This isn't their main base, just a data point," I whispered.

The presence of these pregnant women was a clear indicator that the main hub of the Gene-Forge Collective was elsewhere, carefully hidden.

“I’ve memorized the details of every woman here,” Colin said, his photographic memory coming in handy…