My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1749

With a gun pointed to his head, Quill would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. However, in all his years with the force, he had many experiences with dangerous people. He had brushed past death many times, so his expression remained calm. He asked, "Who are you?"

The intruder sneered and answered, "A man who's about to take your life."

"Breaking and entering is very different from murder. Before you make a big mistake, put down the gun. It's not too late."

"It's not too late?" The intruder burst into laughter. "Killing one person is murder. Killing four people is also murder. What does it matter if I kill two more people? Sergeant Scott, do you think it makes sense?"

"You're the killer of all those headless female corpses?"

"What does it matter if I am? Anyway, Sergeant Scott, you won't have a chance to catch me personally and bring me to justice."

"Why did you kill them?"

"Why? Because they deserved to die." The murderer let out a menacing laugh. "Sergeant Scott, I didn't intend to kill you, but it just happens that you're at home."

"You want to kill my wife..." At this moment, Quill finally understood why Jefferson had asked him to stay at home, but it was too late. His gun was in the hands of the murderer. With a trigger of a finger, Quill's life would be gone.

As a policeman, he shouldered the mission of protecting the people. Since the murderer had come to his door, he could not let him escape again or he would have failed as a policeman.

Since Jefferson had asked him to come back, Quill assumed that Jefferson must have prepared for this. However, he had no idea whether Jefferson was outside or not. The murderer gave no time for Quill to think about it. He motioned to Quill with the gun as he directed, "Sergeant Scott, you're going to die first. I will soon let your wife accompany you."

Bang!

A gun shot rang out. However, it was not the murderer who fired the gun, but rather Jefferson who had just barged in. The murderer was in so much pain that he threw the gun to the ground and winced in pain.

Quill's reaction was quick. He immediately pounced on the murderer. He picked up the gun with one hand and grabbed the handcuffs on the sofa with the other hand. He quickly handcuffed the man and then punched the murderer hard in the face. "You murderous motherf*cker."

"Hand him over to someone else. You should check if Carol is alright first," said Jefferson.

Soon after, several police officers rushed in and apprehended the murderer. Quill immediately checked on Carol's injury. Fortunately, she was only temporarily unconscious due to the light injury. She had not suffered any serious harm.

If Quill hadn't come back tonight, then... Quill dared not think about the consequences. He looked up at Jefferson and expressed his gratitude, "Captain Hefner, thank you for saving my wife's life."

"The person who saved her was you, not anyone else. You should thank yourself."

Since Jefferson did not accept the credit, Quill did not push him further. He asked the question he had in mind, "Captain Hefner, may I ask how did you know the murderer would come to my home?"

"Send Carol to the hospital first," Jefferson put away the gun and ordered. "As for the motive behind why the murderer came to your home and why he murdered those four other women, I'll leave that to you in interrogation. I have other things to do, so I'll leave you here."

Before Jefferson went out, he had locked Adrienne at home. Half a day had passed. She was probably starting to get anxious at this instant. If he didn't get back soon, she was probably going to call the police.

When Jefferson returned home, Adrienne was sitting on the sofa in the living room, curled up into a ball. She looked very pitiful like a stray dog that had been abandoned.

Looking at her like this, Jefferson suddenly felt a pain in his heart. "I'm back."