"I don''t want to see you anymore," I said, turning away.
Dexter stood there, motionless, his silhouette tinged with a hint of dejection. He exchanged some
words with Wendy, but I couldn''t catch what they said.
Anyway, the Fitzgeralds... I was starting to have my doubts about them too.
Wendy was no simpleton, Dexter had been yed by Melody and Damian for a fool, Hailey was
hardly ever in Sea City, and Dexter’s father seemed to have ady friend on the side... He was
practically invisible in the Fitzgerald household.
And now, Dexter was the only one holding the Fitzgerald fort.
"Foebe Larson!" Just as I reached the garden, Melody''s voice, thick with fury, called out to me.
I tugged on Dexter''s shirt, taunting her on purpose. "What''s the matter? Can''t handle it? Then just
tell me what I want to know..."
"You''ll leave if I tell you?" Melody eyed me warily.
She finally caved.
"Sure," I nodded.
"Fine..." Melody squinted her eyes, scheming clearly written all over her face. "There''s a charity ball
in a few days. The CEO of All-Stars Consortium will be there in person. I have insider info on where
he''s staying, which room at the hotel."
"How can I trust you?" I asked, unimpressed.
"Bring backup if you want. It''s just business, nothing shady. If I''m lying... well, you can always keep
fighting me for Dexter," Melody spat out through clenched teeth.
"Alright, give me the address." I reached out for the room details.
Reluctantly, Melody pulled out her phone, typed something, and let me snap a picture.
With the room number secured, I shed Melody a smile. "Best of luck... may you and Dexter have
a happily ever after."
Melody gritted her teeth. "Your sarcasm isn''t needed."
I ignored her, my mission aplished. I had to leave the Fitzgerald estate and quickly figure out a
way to rescue Colin.
With the constant threat of being drugged, my life was hanging by a thread.
After leaving the Fitzgeralds, I called Eric.
Eric told me toy low and stay out of sight.
I had overlooked one thing, though - Melody.
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The moment I left the Fitzgerald estate, she must have informed Henry''s people.
So, it wasn''t long before I noticed motorbikes prowling the streets.
I hid behind a dumpster, waiting for the gang to pass before cautiously emerging.
Henry was after my life and my child''s. He was desperate.
"Vroom!" Suddenly, the roar of a motorbike engine sounded from behind.
A biker elerated wildly, aiming straight for me.
I dodged behind amppost just in time, and the rider crashed into a telephone pole.
The other bikers realized what happened and turned back.
I stood still, timing it out, knowing Dexter would be following.
"Three... two... one..."
A ck car zoomed in, Dexter at the wheel, ramming the bikers aside and flinging open the
passenger door. "Phoebe! Get in!"
As a biker took a swing with a club, shattering the driver''s side window, Dexter blocked it, the club
striking his arm. Then came a knife, thrust towards Dexter.
"Dexter!"
Dexter grabbed the de, his hand sliced open, but he shoved the attacker away and floored the
elerator, taking us away from danger.
"Why can''t you stay put at the Fitzgeralds''? Henry''s men won''t stoping after you..." Dexter''s
voice was tinged with anxiety as he nced at me. "Are you hurt?"
I stayed silent, looking away.
Dexter sighed before speaking again. "Have you finished reading your parents'' journals?"
I shook my head; there was no way to get through so many entries that quickly.
"I saw on the news this morning. There''s been another incident at the auto shop, a stabbing. They
poured spices on the victim, and stray dogs were chewing on him."
I stared at Dexter in shock. Another murder in Tangle Lane, with the prime suspect already dead
from a fall. And now, a simr crime.
Was it a copycat, or a serial killer?
"But what''s different this time," Dexter continued, "is that the victim didn''t die. Despite being mauled
by stray dogs, he was still breathing when the cops found him. Not sure if he''ll make it, though."