Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 486

Patrick gave Owen a look of gratitude. "Brother, thanks for your hard work."

Owen hummed for a reply and turned his attention back to the case. "The man in the photos is said to be a drug dealer. I guess the reason why he hid the drugs with Amelia was an idea he came up with on the spot after being alarmed by the sight of the police. After all, he was standing far from the exit and close to the police. The only way to get rid of the drugs was to replace a scapegoat."

Patrick put down the information file in his hand, and his eyes were misted with a hint of murderous intent. "No matter how he planned to do it, he shouldn't have targeted Amelia! Owen, where is he hiding now?"

Owen said slowly, "Patrick, if I catch this man and present him in front of you, you will definitely trifle him to death. It's better to leave him as he is first so that I can follow the lead stemming from him and catch the rest of them in one fell swoop. I'll take revenge for Amelia. What do you think?"

"Then we should have the bigger picture as the priority, but this person..." Patrick turned his eyes to the face in the photos and glowered, "If he is

arrested one day, being sent to jail will be considered a treat for him."

Owen understood what he meant and said with a smile, "When the time comes, you can deal with him however you like."

At the same time.

In a curt and sketchy apartment, a thin man with sunken cheeks was pacing back and forth in the house. His eyebrows drew together in anxiety.

At this moment, the old-fashioned doorbell rang twice. The gray and defeated eyes of the scrag gleamed with a beacon of hope, and he hurried over to open the door.

Behind the door was a handsome and burly man, but the only shortcoming was that one of his eyes was blinded.

The lank man rubbed his hands together, turned sideways, and greeted, "Brayden, please come in!"

After Brayden Harold walked in, the lank man closed the door behind in a haste and asked nervously, "Brayden, did you see anybody suspicious along the way?"

After shaking his head, Brayden asked, "You said you had something to tell me on the phone. What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

Jack Hunt dejectedly sat on the sofa by Brayden's side and recounted the whole process of being attacked then examined by the police at the nightclub. He then said in chagrin, "I must be the most hapless person to have hidden the packet of drugs in the leather purse of that stupid woman!"

Brayden replied gloomily, "What's the use of saying these now? It's your fault that you didn't hide them properly!"

Jack frowned and defended himself, "Brayden, I'm a repeat offender. If I had hidden them on me, the police would definitely search my body. But if I tucked them away on some harmless nobody, the probability of the drugs being discovered would be greatly reduced. I had wanted to replace a way to steal them back afterward, but I never thought that the stupid woman would be so careless. I didn't expect that something would happen just from her trying to take out her ID card!"

After thinking for a while, Brayden asked, "The woman you mentioned, is she now the scapegoat for you?"

Jack sighed and said, "If only it was this simple. When I was sneaking my things into her purse, I accidentally bumped into her and she clearly saw how I looked. Besides, the nightclub was monitored. If she told the police that she was wrongly accused, they must have gone through a series of procedures to figure me out from the surveillance videos. I think the police will come to arrest me soon. This is also the reason why I invited you here today."

After a pause, Jack stole a glance at Brayden and hinted, "Brayden, I'm also afraid that if I'm caught, they will force me to tell them who's at the top. I don't want to get you into trouble too!"

Seeing that Jack was implicating something more, Brayden patted him on the shoulder and said in a rough voice, "Alright, you are a long-time member now too. This is not a big deal. I'm sure the ones on top will replace a way out for you!"

Jack wept in appreciation "Thanks! With your words, my heart can finally be at ease."

Their conversation came to an end. Before Brayden left, he promised Jack, "I'll tell you the decision as soon as I get the boss's permission. You just relax and wait for the news." "Sure, Brayden, take care!" After wiping his cold sweat, Jack stood up to see him off.

As soon as Brayden left, the leery Jack returned to his room at once and changed his clothes. He then opened the door and escaped via the safe passageway from the apartment. The two non-uniformed policemen found their way to the downstairs of Jack's house according to the clues they had gathered. Meanwhile, Jack was fleeing in the opposite direction. Unfortunately, they had no clue what was going on. Undercover A complained in a hushed voice, "D*mn it, isn't there a little too many of a thief's dens for this suspected criminal?" Undercover B glanced at the Undercover A, and said, "A cunning man always has multiple tricks up his sleeves, not to mention about Jack Hunt, who we have been suspected multiples times but have no conclusive evidence for a warrant! You can only imagine how devious he is!"

Undercover A asked listlessly, "What time did we leave the police station this morning?"

Undercover B looked at his wristwatch and said, "We left before it was even six o'clock. And it's almost noon now!"

Undercover A sighed, "On top of the case which we discussed through last night, my head is going to explode!"

Undercover B advised, "Don't complain. Did you forget who we are working for now? It's Owen Hopper! As long as you do your job well, maybe you can get some remarkable rewards!"

As they were discussing, Brayden, who was wearing a pair of sunglasses, passed by them in nonchalance. When he overheard the name 'Owen Hopper', Brayden came up with an idea, but left without any hint of expression on his face.

At Streams Villa.

After his subordinate gave a detailed report on the incident regarding Jack, the handsome man in front of the window said slowly, "Send Jack away immediately and have him stay out of trouble for now." Brayden said, "But Master Vicente, when I left his house just now, I might have seen police patrolling around nearby. I'm afraid that Jack will be followed as soon as he leaves his home." Vicente glanced at Brayden from the corner of his eyes, and the coldness in his look was overwhelming. "They didn't replace you, did they?"

"No!" Brayden denied, "They seem to have just found Jack's house. Even if they had seen me, they would only treat me as an ordinary resident or a passerby who came to visit friends and relatives." "Okay," Joe said, his face softened. "What was the name that you heard from those two cops again?"

"Owen Hopper!" Brayden blurted.

Vicente snorted maliciously and said, "It's just a case of a small drug dealer, and he, Owen Hopper, has to hop on the case himself!"

Brayden asked in concern, "Master Vicente, if Owen is our opponent, what should we do?"

Vicente pulled at his lips and said with a brooding look in his eyes, "What should we do? Don't you know?"

His voice was subdued, but the desire for the carnage was oozing out from it.

Brayden gulped and consciously said what he thought his master meant, "Since Jack is tracked by Owen, it means that he is targeted by the entire Hopper Family. Even if he flees to the ends of the earth, he is still likely to be caught. Well, Jack's old mother, wife, and two children are in the countryside. I'll go and bind them up first!"