“Do you think everything will be okay? I mean, we’re talking about the police station here,” Ste
murmured under her breath.
Colin shook his head. “No, the next victim is going to meet their end right there–at the station.” He was
certain of his calctions; there was no room for error. “Dexter wasn’t an insider; he shouldn’t have
been involved. His incident was a fluke.”
Dexter was the so–called innocent bystander. It must have been Dorian trying to cover his own. tracks
that led to an innocent man getting hurt.
“Based on the clues we found at Melody’s crime scene, the next incident will take ce at the police
station,” Colin repeated, emphasizing the words ‘police station‘.
That meant trouble was brewing there.
Robin had uncovered too many secrets, now posing a threat to the mastermind behind it all.
The target had to be Robin.
I suddenly stood up, looking directly at Ste. “We need to make a run to the station.”
Hovering around Dexter was pointless; the doctors had said his fate was in the hands of higher powers.
But we couldn’t let anything happen to Robin.
“Let’s go,” Ste said with a nod.
Colin tugged at the hem of my shirt and whispered, “Phoebe, do you guys trust me?”
I was silent, preferring to err on the side of caution.
But Ste nodded firmly. “Of course, you’re a genius! If it wasn’t for your sharp mind figuring out where
Melody was taken, she’d be a goner!”
Ste raised her voice deliberately for Melody to hear. “And then there are some people, so ungrateful,
biting the hand that feeds them. What a piece of work! Calling her a beast would be an insult to
animals; even they would be offended!”
Fuming. Melody clenched her fists but didn’t dare to retort, as her facade of innocence dictated she
couldn’t out–argue Ste.
Colin seemed pleased, taking my hand and leading me outside. “Phoebe, let’s go save Robin.”
Seeing Colin so enthusiastic was a rarity, so I smiled and quickened my pace to keep up with
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“We have to hurry,” Colin urged the driver to speed up on our way to the station.
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When we arrived at the station, we were stopped outside. Robin was inside, conducting an
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interrogation on Dorian, and naturally, we were not allowed in. We could only wait.
Feeling uneasy, Ste asked one of the cops to keep an eye on the surveince. If anything looked off,
they were to rush in immediately.
“There’s no way Dorian couldmit any crimes tied up in the interrogation chair,” Cory reassured us.
“Besides, Robin is tough as nails; you think Dorian can hurt him?”
I nodded, feeling a bit relieved.
Maybe Colin was wrong this time?
Ste rxed a bit as well. “Robin is as tough as theye; that Dorian… he won’t take him down.
We’re probably just overestimating the murderer’s abilities–he always incapacitates his victims first;
he’s not much of a fighter.”
It seemed like all of us were on edge for no reason. But Colin remained silent, shaking his head. “No…
it’s not right.”
Still, something was off, but what?
“Get Robin out of there! Now!” Colin suddenly yelled out, his voice filled with urgency, demanding that
Robin be brought out of the interrogation room.
The police blocked Colin from entering the interrogation area; it was against protocol.
Colin looked at me with desperation. “Phoebe we need to get Robin out.”
I nodded and turned to Ste. “Ste, find a way to get Robin out. Let’s hear what Colin has to
say.”
Ste nodded back, her gaze fixed on Colin with curiosity.
Though none of us understood why Colin was panicking, we somehow feltpelled to trust him.
Ste went tomunicate with Cory, who agreed to call Robin out.
But before they could even knock on the door, a loud noise came from the interrogation room.
Considering the walls and door were soundproof, any noise meant something significant was
happening inside.
Cory and the others rushed in immediately.
But it was already toote.