Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

"Where does that leave Phoebe?" Finn repeated the question I'd asked earlier.

If no one is innocent, what about Phoebe?

"She..." Colin's grip on my hand was trembling. "She's the key, the subject of the genetic editing experiments, the smoking gun that should be displayed in a glass case, so..."

So someone killed me.

I let out a bitter chuckle. My genes were tampered with, I was conceived, I was born—how is that my fault?

Why should I be mercilessly killed, exploited by everyone?

I struggled to break free from Colin's grasp, but he held on tight, his voice hoarse with pleading. "Phoebe..."

Every time I got upset, he'd do this. But I'd been murdered!

Was he still going to let the person behind it all off the hook?

"I will find the serial killer behind it all!" I declared, my eyes welling up with tears. "I don't care why you're protecting him; I can't let him kill everyone and then just target the so-called mastermind!"

Those lives were innocent! Even if those people were guilty, it should be the law that punishes them, not some serial killer!

Colin hung his head, his breathing shaky. He still wouldn't explain anything.

Still so stubborn...

I looked away, no longer hoping he would help me with the serial killer case.I would find out on my own.

"There's no leads or progress in the serial killer case. Melody's been tempting fate for so long, but the killer behind it hasn't made a move, making it hard for us to pin anything down," Finn sighed. "On the other hand, the body parts case has led us to human trafficking. We suspect that those 'natural' geniuses are being sold as gene carriers, and might even be facing a worse kind of hell. We have to find them as quickly as possible."

I nodded in horror. Yes, we have to find those innocent geniuses first. They might be used as breeding tools, genetic carriers, sperm and egg banks, or worse... drained of all their worth.

"The regular police visits to Coastline Avenue's demolition area are making the streetwalkers jittery. Too many people there are involved in the sex trade, and the cops can't do anything about it; they're like sewer rats, experts at hide and seek. But the more chaotic a place is, the more likely it is to yield valuable clues," Finn analyzed the situation.

To find the missing kids, we would have to go back to 38 Coastline Avenue.

"I know someone there, her name is Zoe, Carter's sister," I suddenly remembered. Zoe lived in that area, and she had a slight intellectual disability. With the right approach, she might know something.

But the moment I mentioned Zoe, Colin's expression changed drastically. "No!"

He seemed vehemently against me meeting Zoe. "She's got a learning disability; she won't tell you anything. Besides it's too chaotic there. It’s not safe. I won't let you go."

I frowned at Colin, realizing that there were indeed more than a few things he was keeping from me. And then my mother's journal entries about him imprisoning, kidnapping, and abusing me... Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I still couldn't tell if they were true or not.

Colin, what kind of person are you, really?

"I'm going," I insisted. "Those kids have been missing for years. Can you imagine how desperate they must feel if they're still alive? I have to save them!"

After all, the disappearance of those young geniuses was closely linked to 'Phoebe.'

Whether it was out of guilt or the need to uncover the truth, I had to investigate.

Colin slowly let go of my hand, his voice gravelly. "I'll go with you."

Whatever it takes, we have to find those missing geniuses first.