The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1441

Alex snapped back to reality, put his phone away, and pushed down the swirling emotions in his chest. He stood, straightened his bathrobe, and opened the bedroom door. "Send him up."

Captain Quinn's arrival in Penang was exactly what he had expected.

Danielle had mentioned that the captain's paperwork was nearly finalized and that he would arrive in Penang within a few days. Based on the timeline, today was the day.

He just hadn't expected the timing to be so ironic—arriving precisely when Harold Chapman had vanished.

Moments later, Captain Quinn stepped into the apartment. He carried the exhaustion of a long journey, his clothes still damp from the rain outside.

Though dressed in casual clothes, the captain's righteous aura was unmistakable. As soon as he saw Alex, he hurried over.

His gaze landed on the scratch marks on Alex's neck, a flash of concern in his eyes. "Mr. Davidson, you're hurt? Is it serious?"

"Just a minor scratch. It's nothing." Alex waved it off, gesturing for the captain to take a seat. "I was just about to call you. I didn't expect you to beat me to it."

"Danielle texted me. Once I knew the situation was urgent, I expedited the paperwork and caught a red-eye flight," Captain Quinn explained as he sat down.

He took the hot coffee Lincoln offered him, taking a sip to warm up before asking, "I heard you pinpointed Harold's location?"

"He's in the old harbor district, right? I've already touched base with the local authorities. I was hoping we could head over there today and finalize the raid."

Alex's expression darkened. He shook his head. "You're too late. He's gone. We discovered it this morning—the place in the old harbor was completely cleared out. Not a single clue left behind. We scoured all of Penang, but he vanished without a trace."

"What?" Captain Quinn's expression instantly shifted. He slammed his coffee mug down on the table.

Pulling out his phone, Captain Quinn dialed the local precinct.

He had set up a liaison beforehand and assumed the collaboration would be seamless. Instead, the voice on the other end was brutally cold, even dismissive.

Captain Quinn argued his case for several minutes. His tone shifted from calm reason to outright frustration, and finally to simmering rage. Yet, the response remained the same: "Sorry, we are under no obligation to assist."

Ending the call, Captain Quinn's face was thunderous. He slammed his phone down onto the coffee table. "This is absolute bullshit."

"I told them we're operating alongside international law enforcement and provided all the proper clearance. They actually had the nerve to say our countries don't have a formal policing treaty, so they won't lift a single finger to help."

Alex had anticipated this exact outcome. The local jurisdiction was notoriously corrupt, and their efficiency was practically non-existent.