“If he had any sense, he wouldn’t have let Phoebe die.” Robin frowned, his voice tinged with frustration.


    I paused for a second, at a loss for words. Robin was right.


    “Thank goodness, she’s alright though,” Robin nced toward the hospital room.


    “I did some digging on that kid, Dorian. He’s been involved in petty theft, but murder? There’s no hard


    evidence. We had to cut him loose.”


    Robin nced at me apologetically.


    “But there’s something off about him,” I murmured. “He’s barely out of his teens, yet there’s a maturity


    in him that’s way beyond his years. And there’s this…”


    I felt an inexplicable fear toward him.


    I couldn’t tell Robin that I was sure I’d seen Dorian before I died. My own memories felt unreliable now.


    In my semi–conscious state, my recollections might not be urate.


    “Dorian’s definitely got a lot of red gs. I’ll keep an eye on him,” Robin reassured me with a quick


    nce. “That doctor from the mental hospital Colin knocked out? He confirmed Colin’s got a serious


    mental disorder. The dangerous kind. Colin would go to extreme lengths to keep what or who he likes.


    As it stands, the killings seem organized, and we can’t rule out Colin as a possible mastermind.”


    I fell silent.


    “What will you do if evidence finally points to Colin orchestrating all this?” Robin asked me directly.


    “I don’t know…” I dodged the question.


    I didn’t want to think about what I would do if Colin was implicated. It was one thing to suspect him


    without proof, but what if we had all the evidence?


    “If Dorian is one of the murderers and Colin has been secretly sheltering him, it’s going to be hard to


    shake off the suspicion,” Robin said, hesitating slightly before meeting my gaze.


    I knew there were things he couldn’t share with me as a cop, especially details of their investigation.


    Even if there were truths and evidence unknown to me, he couldn’t disclose thempletely.


    The fact that Robin was sharing this much with me today only made me more anxious.


    Was there… actual evidence pointing to Colin?


    “Did you find something?” I asked Robin nervously.


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    He didn’t respond right away. After a moment, Robin spoke again. This case is a high–profile serial


    killing investigation. Too many lives lost, we’re all on the line here,”


    I clenched my hands tightly, trying to grasp the implications of his words.


    If Colin was ced at a crime scene, would they pin all the me on him?


    “So many careers are at stake here. We can’t afford another death,” Robin leaned against the door


    frame, considering a cigarette, but then thought better of it and put it away, “Colin was a victim once.


    He’s got plenty of motive to be the perpetrator.”


    “People with a motive don’t just turn themselves in. Colin’s not that foolish!” I blurted out, surprised by


    my own need to defend him. Initially, Colin had been my prime suspect.


    Robin seemed torn, and it was clear he didn’t fully trust me either. “Foebe Larson, you must realize that


    you’re also one of the main suspects we’re investigating.”


    Of course, Robin must have investigated Foebe Larson thoroughly.


    “Foebe, I hope… you’re not involved in this mess,” Robin said suddenly, his gaze heavy with


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    concern.


    I felt a surge of wariness, knowing they must have found something.


    “Foebe Larson? We need you toe with us for questioning,” the officers said when they arrived. I


    was stunned, but I had expected this day mighte.


    Foebe had been secretly funding Abdul’s homeless orphans. With Abdul’s brother failing to assassinate


    Melody, it was bound toe back to me.


    “Robin…” I whispered. “Can I call Colin first? He’s waiting for me at home.”