Chapter 409
Hector stood frozen, staring at the woman waving from the second-floor window. Her face didn''t strike him as familiar, but the
moment her voice cut through the air, his heart clenched in pain.
He knew then that he had found her—the woman who could bring peace to his soul, the woman he had been longing for. It was
her voice, that familiar sound that seemed etched into his very marrow!
Hector broke into a grin, turning on his heel to rush upstairs. He had to ask her face to face—who was he? And who was she?
But he had forgotten his current predicament. He was a suspect in a string of serial killings and was surrounded by the police at
a disadvantage.
He barely turned around, let alone took a step, before the police, interpreting his motion as an attempt to flee, fired a shot at his
leg without hesitation.
The bullet pierced through the rain, hitting Hector''s calf with a muffled thud. Hector winced in pain but continued his stride
towards the room.
The encircling officers exchanged surprised nces, having not expected to encounter someone so resolute.N?velDrama.Org content rights.
The serial killings in Hawaii had already spread panic, and the police, tasked with the case, were getting an earful from the
public.
They patrolled the streets day and night and noticed Hector, who appeared highly suspicious, standing outside Natalie''s vi in
the pouring rain. His expression was one of confusion and uncertainty.
The chief, chest puffed with confidence, imed he had seen too many cases not to recognize the signs. People with such
expressions often harbored a violent, antisocial personality. And such suspects were usually ruthless and nned their crimes
meticulously. Tonight, they had caught him red-handed—or so they thought.
As the chief''s words faded, the patrolling officers saw Hector hesitantly push open the vi''s gate and enter, his movements filled
with doubt.
The chief promptly switched on the spotlight and, through a megaphone, addressed Hector, the suspected felon, with suspicion.
Everything was going smoothly until a woman appeared on the second floor, and the suspect, as if provoked, ignored the guns
pointed at him and boldly attempted to enter the house.
With no other choice to prevent a potential crime, the chief decisively shot Hector in the leg. But things didn''t go as nned.
Instead of begging for mercy, the suspect continued to move forward with a bullet in his leg. Reluctantly, the chief fired a second
shot, finally watching the felon crumble under the pain and drop to his knees.
“Cuff him and bring him in for interrogation!" The chief boasted, waving his pistol around, already envisioning his promotion.
Eager to prove themselves, the officers swarmed over Hector, who was now downed by the gunshots. They cuffed his hands and
hauled him up from the ground with a ferocious shout, "Move it! You''reing with us to the station!"
"No! Don''t shoot; he''s not the killer—he''s justing home. Stop this!"
Natalie had already run downstairs without even remembering to put on her shoes after the first gunshot. She could never have
imagined seeing Hector like this, surrounded by so many officers!
Hector, his legs riddled with bullets, could no longer stand, but he still held his spine straight, looking past the officers standing
ready for a fight to Natalie, asking loudly, "Who am I? And who are you to me?"
Natalie was momentarily at a loss for words, taken aback by the strangeness in Hector''s eyes—Hector had forgotten her!
Chilled by the realization, she took a half-step back, bumping into Magnus, who had followed her down. Magnus quickly steadied
her trembling form, whispering reassurances, "Don''t panic. It''s alright. I''m here."
Magnus''s presence may have calmed her, and Natalie''s frantic emotions stabilized almost instantly. She looked bravely into
Hector''s eyes. "I''m Natalie, and you''re Hector. Between us, there''s a sibling bond."
Hector shook his head. "No, you''re lying. Even though I''ve lost my memory, | know there''s more between us than just a brother-
sister rtionship."
Natalie opened her mouth to argue but found she didn''t know where to begin. Before she could gather her thoughts, the chief
rudely interrupted their conversation. "You two can catch up at the station! Take him away!"
As hismand was given, the officers forcefully dragged Hector toward the patrol car.
Natalie panicked, grabbing the chief''s arm. "He really ising home. You''ve made a mistake. Please, let him go!"
"Mistake? Ha! Standing outside the
house for ages in the middle of the
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clearly—he doesn''t even know you.
What home is he returning to?!"
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"No, that''s not it. He''s just lost his
memory,’ Natalie pleaded, fear
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With that, Natalie turned to rush inside but was stopped by Magnus. He shook his head at Natalie, signaling her not to panic, and
then stepped towards the chief.
Confronted by Magnus’ towering presence, the chief suddenly felt ack of confidence.
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Magnus had managed to remain under the radar, spending most of his time in theid-back vibes of Hawaii, which meant not
many around here could recognize him.
Now, here he was. His demeanor was as calm as a gentle spring breeze. He inquired with a soft tone, "Officer, if | may, what
exactly has the individual in question been charged with?"
It was then that the chief ced the face to the name. Magnus was a big-time investor in Hawaii, a favorite among the high
rollers and power yers.