"That''s Phoebe after the car ident," Finn grumbled with exasperation. "Did you ever consider


    that she''s been ying us all along since the ident? Hiding her brilliance, masquerading as an


    average Jane? Do you really think she was innocent?"


    Finn turned to Robin. "You should''ve dug deeper into Phoebe."


    "Too squeaky clean…" Robin was skeptical, too. "Phoebe Caldwell and her family, they''re all too


    pristine. Running their mom-and-pop shop, barely staying afloat, yet they kept up the charity work


    like some kind of saints… But something just feels off."


    "There''s something fishy about the Caldwells, and Phoebe is no exception," Finn snorted.


    "A bunch of loonies, huh? Since when did being good folks be a crime?" Ste muttered under


    her breath. "Can''t find the real perp, so you pin it on the victim? Why don''t you just say Phoebe


    knocked herself out and killed herself, then tucked herself into a heavy disy case for a grand


    exhibit!"


    Finn and Robin fell silent.


    Because the evidence they had couldn''t exin anything.


    "But one thing''s clear... Caleb was onto something. He said once he checks himself into the mental


    sanatorium, another murder would pop up, pointing right at the Langleys, at Henry..." Finn eyed


    Robin.


    Caleb had checked himself into the mental sanatorium to prove Phoebe''s innocence, to catch Henry


    off guard, and to make him slip up.


    But there was still no proof linking the murders to Henry.


    "Nut job," Dexter spat from a corner, aiming the insult at Colin.


    I stood with my back to Dexter, listening to Finn and Robin''s exchange, silent.


    The web was getting more tangled by the second.


    "Phoebe, I talked to the doctor. You need rest, and you''re good to go home today. I''ll take you back


    to the Fitzgerald mansion," Dexter intended to take me back to his ce. "You''re safe as long as


    you''re with me. Caleb''s a lunatic, a menace. Stick with him, and you''re asking for trouble."


    "My husband''s back. I''m going home with my husband," I warned Dexter sternly, refusing to go with


    him.


    Dexter fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "Phoebe, Caleb''s a murderer..."


    His words were soft but threatening.


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    I red at him furiously, knowing he wanted to leverage Colin''s act of killing Julian. "It was self-


    defense."


    "If he was sane, I''d have no objections, but he''s a head case!" Dexter''s gaze wasplex as he


    looked at me.


    It seemed he was hell-bent on ''rescuing'' me from Colin.


    "Dexter, are you out of your mind? She''s not going with you. Go back to Melody," Ste opened the


    door, showing Dexter the way out.


    Dexter warned Ste with his cold eyes, "If you weren''t Phoebe''s friend, I''d make you disappear."


    He found Ste''s interference annoying.


    Robin frowned, standing in front of Ste. "Mr. Fitzgerald, quite the ego."


    Dexter gave Robin a warning look before speaking again. "Phoebe, Eric went to a charity g


    tonight, to meet with the All-Stars Consortium president, right? Without that connection, Caleb''s as


    good as dead at Henry''s hands."


    My heart clenched; I knew Dexter could sabotage the partnership if he wanted.


    "You bastard..." I looked up at Dexter.


    "I don''t care what you think of me. I can''t let you stay with him any longer. Caleb never intended to


    keep this child from the get-go. It''s all likely his twisted plot, using Julian''s hand to end the


    pregnancy!" Dexter''s eyes were tinged with red, a sign of his anger.


    "You are shameless," Ste cursed.


    "You''ll believe me... one day," Dexter said as he scooped me up from the bed. His bodyguards


    blocked Robin and Ste.


    "Phoebe, I won''t make the same mistake twice. I won''t let you die at that madman''s hands again."