Meanwhile, Eric drove back to the main house. He leaped out of the car and checked his phone, finding no signal connection.
"This is strange," he muttered to himself.
"Why isn't there any signal here? I always get reception in this spot. Is the transmitter acting up again?"
He urgently needed to call Queenie to inform her that Hera had escaped. Just as he looked up, he noticed movement inside the house. Before he could react, a booming voice echoed behind him.
"Freeze! Put your hands up! You're surrounded!"
"Who the fuck are you?" Eric cursed.
He turned around to find himself surrounded by a group of special forces from the police department, each aiming a gun at him.
One wrong move and he could instantly be riddled with bullets.
However, Eric was no stranger to this kind of situation. He was a regular at the police station, and his frequent visits had familiarized him with Stephen from the department, though the buzz-cut man beside him was new.
"Mr. Hall, what's with the grand entrance today?" Eric asked with a sly grin. He then pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Stephen.
Without hesitation, Stephen seized Eric's arm, swiftly flipped him over, and pinned him to the ground in a single fluid motion. Eric's face was slammed into the ground alongside his dropped cigarette.
"Where did you hide her?" Stephen demanded sharply.
Eric winced in pain but still played dumb.
"Who? I have no idea what you're talking about!"
Stephen twisted Eric's arm even harder.
"Hera Youngworth! Where is she?"
Eric groaned but was still defiant.
"I really don't know what you're talking about! This is police brutality! Let me go, or I'll report you!"
Nathan stepped forward and patted Stephen's arm.
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