With the trail of drugs as a lead, it was aplicated maze to navigate, but persistence would
inevitably point the finger at Dorian.
Besides, I had already seen him at Phoebe’s ce; he was one of the first to blow his cover.
It was only a matter of time before the cops caught up with him.
And it was he, of all people, who nearly killed Dexter, getting nabbed by thew right at this crucial
moment.
It did seem a bit too coincidental.
“He doesn’t have a red birthmark on his arm, does he…” I murmured softly.
If Dorian didn’t have one, then there had to be an aplice.
Despite doubting my own recollection, I clearly remembered wing at my attacker’s arm and the red
birthmark on it before my death.
I couldn’t be wrong.
Robin patted Colin’s shoulder before leaving. He needed to get back to the interrogation room to see
what kind of tricks Dorian was ying.
“When did you start funding Dorian?” I asked Colin in a hushed tone, gripping his hand.
Colin looked down. “He was severely burned, living off welfare, but when the orphanage couldn’t take
him anymore, those kids–scars from the fire, unwanted by families–were left to institutions that
struggled with the medical bills.
But… this world isn’t ck and white. There’s so much charity that never reaches those who need it,
and it doesn’t solve the core issues. His life was a painful one.” Colin lifted his gaze briefly, unsure if I
could empathize.
I did feel a suffocating wave–of a life reduced to mere survival, clinging on through infections that
ravaged the organs, desperate enough to rely on drugs just to ease the pain…
“After I was rescued from the mental institution, I returned to the orphanage to wait.” Colin hesitated,
then continued, “Dorian came back around the same time. We shared simr fates, and I’d give him the
money I made from collecting bottles and selling scraps so he could buy his medicine. Later, when the
Langley family took me in, I asked them to look after him too.”
Colin’s nature was inherently good, something I came to realize through our time together. From what
remained of my childhood memories, Colin would fight for me, knowing full well the severe
punishments that awaited him, yet he did it anyway.
I leaned on his shoulder, whispering. “It’s okay… as long as you’re not involved.”
If Dorian’s soul had been twisted by pain, seeking vengeance on those responsible for the fire,
using himself and Colin as a cover, the motive seemed usible.
Yet, something still felt off.
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“The police have many investigative methods. They’ll solve the case soon, and Robin’s quite skilled.” I
murmured, seemingly to reassure Colin but also tofort myself.
“Robin… he’s smart.” Colin conceded, rare praiseing from him.
Robin was one of the sharper tools in the police shed, privy to many secrets and truths about the
orphanage, but as an officer, he couldn’t disclose them.
Robin’s presence surely affected the person lurking in the shadows. His team was also the
most determined to catch the real murderer.
With a serial murder case on their hands, the higher–ups were pushing Robin for a quick resolution,
pressuring him to pin it on someone like Colin, who had turned himself in.
Robin had fought with his superiors over it; he was a man of integrity.
Cory had hinted at this in ourst conversation.
“But only somewhat so,” Colin added after a pause.
I let out a small “huh“.
He had said Robin was smart but only somewhat smart.
“Still, with Dorian caught, it’ll root out the others, too.” I couldn’t help but feel excited, even though it
wasn’t Dorian who killed me in the orphanage’s basement. The culprit would soon be apprehended.
Robin was a responsible cop; he would undoubtedly clear my name and find the murderer, allowing me
to rest in peace.
No. ‘rest in peace‘ probably wasn’t the best choice of words, considering I had been reborn.