Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

I glanced back at Dexter with a smirk.

Back when I was snatched away and killed, Dexter just wouldn't believe I was dead. He thought it was all my own ploy, a ruse to throw everyone off. He even hindered the police investigation, contributing to my untimely demise.

Now, he's utterly convinced Melody didn't stage her own disappearance, that she was coerced.

Oh, the hypocrisy.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I seem to recall that when all the evidence pointed to Phoebe being a victim, you were adamant that she wouldn't just up and die," said Robin, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he called Dexter out.

Dexter blinked, his gaze inadvertently shifting to me.

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"Phoebe..." Dexter started to explain. "Phoebe, after all, Melody did save my life..."

I rubbed my temples, feeling the onset of a headache.

Save, save, save.

"Are you out of your mind?"

I wanted to say it wasn't Melody who saved him back then, but he wouldn't believe that, given I had already told him once before.

Fed up with Dexter, I turned to Colin. "Can you find out where she's hiding? By muddying the waters for the cops, she's in cahoots with the butcher behind the dismemberment case, isn't she?"

"Phoebe, what does this have to do with the dismemberment case? You can't just assume..." Dexter tried to defend Melody.

I shot him an irritated glance.

Dexter fell silent.

"The victim of the dismemberment case is still fighting for their life in the hospital, and with the police distracted by her disappearance, that's why Robin got hurt!" Stella said angrily, gripping Robin's injured arm. "Look at this! The blade was in his arm—if it had been his chest, he'd be a goner!"

Robin winced. "Hey, hey, take it easy on the arm."

Stella let go, embarrassed. "Sorry."

Robin massaged his forehead, feeling cursed by the turn of events.

Dexter frowned, still clinging to the idea it was mere coincidence. "It's just a coincidence. Anyway, the police need to find her first."

I looked at Colin. "Some people just don't get it."

Colin nodded, scrutinizing the evidence Finn had gathered and the surveillance footage from the intersections near I-Futura Park. They pinpointed Melody. She had slipped into a black sedan.

"Track it," Colin commanded, taking a snapshot of the license plate.

The team sprang into action.

"The car's plates are fake," Cory reported back quickly.

Finn's brow furrowed. "Just as I suspected, it's premeditated and organized."

Colin was silent, his eyes on the traffic map near I-Futura Park. "With fake plates, they wouldn't dare drive openly in the city. If a cop pulls them over, the registration won't match the plates."

Robin eyed the vehicle. "Once they're out of the city, they'll switch plates. There are blind spots in the surveillance there."

"If Melody's the type who can't stand the lack of amenities, she won't last long in a rundown area without power or water. Once out of the city, the demolition area, that's where you'll find such places. Look for a generator's hum—that's where they'll be hiding," Colin murmured.

Cory was astounded, giving Colin a thumbs-up.

Finn nudged Cory. "Well, get going."

Colin's gaze was icy as he looked at Dexter. "Let's make a bet. You don't believe Melody would hide on her own, do you? If we find her in the demolition area, what will you do?"

Dexter's expression hardened. "What do you suggest?"

"Stay away from my wife and don't you dare bother her again," Colin warned coldly.

Dexter clenched his fists. "So, if you don't find Melody in the demolition area, you'll peacefully divorce Phoebe and let me take her away, huh?"

The tension between Dexter and Colin was palpable, like a storm about to break.

I was getting annoyed. Why bring me into this bet?

"Fine..." Colin surprisingly agreed.

I frowned. If they really couldn't find Melody, was he actually willing to divorce me?