Dexter stepped forward, lowering his head to look at me. His lip was cut, and there was blood on his


    forehead undoubtedly Colin’s handiwork.


    –


    “Oops… he didn’t do it on purpose!” The officer chuckled, trying to defuse the situation. “We’ve


    checked the surveince video. Someone was causing trouble near his house and riled up him here. In


    a fit of rage, he mistook Mr. Fitzgerald, who was just standing by his front door, for the culprit.” The


    officer tried to be impartial. “Both parties are at fault here.”


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    Dexter clenched his jaw, “How is standing at his doorstep a mistake?”


    “You lurked around someone’s house in the dead of night and there you are, encountered crooks. Even


    a sane person would mistake you for a crook,” the officer quickly winked at Dexter and lowered his


    voice, trying to mediate. “Come on, why lower yourself to argue with


    a lunatic?”


    Dexter snorted dismissively.


    The officer turned to me, “However,pensation is due.”


    I nced at Dexter’s face. It was ghastly pale under the streetlight.


    Dog was his weakest point, and Colin had brought home a whole pack.


    There was no way Dexter wasn’t petrified. He was probably quaking in his boots.


    “He did it on purpose.” Dexter stared at me and spoke again. “He’s a ticking time bomb, a lunatic. I


    wonder how long you’llst by his side, aren’t you scared he’ll strangle you in your sleep?”


    Dexter nced at the time, annoyed by thete hour. “I’d advise you toe to The


    Fitzgerald Group tomorrow to exin things to me personally.” His initial goal was clear – he wanted a


    private meeting.


    “If you don’t show, I’ll get awyer and have a court mandate to send him back to the psychiatric ward,”


    Dexter threatened once more.


    I frowned and red at Dexter.


    Some habits never die hard.


    Dexter, satisfied with his threat, got into his car and left.


    I had no idea why he insisted on meeting me alone, but it definitely wasn’t for anything good. He was


    out here waiting for me until the wee hours instead of being at the hospital with his ‘kind‘ sweetheart.


    He’s the real nutcase.


    “Come out!” Dexter had left, and I turned to Colin, who was still hiding behind the door, fuming.


    Colin was making small steps towards me, his head hung low in a pitiful disy.


    “What are you doing back here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?” I barked at him. I lost


    patience at that very moment.


    “There were bad people…” Colin murmured softly.


    He hade back to chase away Henry’s thugs, afraid they’d harm me.


    Robin leaned against the car, watching me scold Colin. He smirked, “Seems like the kid only responds


    to your scolding; anyone else says one word and he looks ready to kill.”


    I massaged my forehead, “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to wander back alone at night?”


    Colin nced at a few stray dogs loitering near the trash cans across the street, “I wasn’t alone….


    I was really pissed off by him, “Are they people?”


    “Sometimes people are worse than them,” Colin said with a low, chilling edge to his voice that stunned


    everyone.


    I thought I saw it wrong, but when I looked again, he had resumed his pitiful facade, “Phoebe… I was


    wrong.”


    “Wrong about what?”


    “I don’t know…


    H


    He was driving me insane.


    “Why did you hit Dexter?” I asked.


    “He had iting,” Colin’s look was picture of self–righteously.


    “Alright, enough. Let’s not do this in the doorway.” Robin opened the car door. “Get in, I’ll drive you


    home.”


    I yanked Colin into Robin’s car, and my hands were shaking with anger. But then I thought, at least


    Colin hade straight home from the hotel; he killed no one.


    That was a relief.


    Robin’s phone buzzed. It was Cory, keeping watch over Melody at the hospital. “Robin, someone tried


    to take out Melody at the hospital. We’ve got the person!”