Jimmy took Peter's keys and returned to the car, took off the Bullet-Proof Vest he was wearing, and changed back into his own gun holster and suit. The preparations he made earlier were completely unnecessary, a wasted effort.

Peter and Jones also came over, "Jimmy, let's go. There's nothing for us today, let's head back and rest."

Fortunately, the matter was fully resolved. Peter did not arrange for them to work overtime but instead let Jones and Jimmy go home to rest. As for himself, he needed to return to Federal Square to coordinate with Diana on processing the interrogation records from the previous illegal artifact trade.

After a busy day, Jimmy and Jones just grabbed a few tacos from a food truck on the road for a quick fix and then went home to rest. When you're that busy during the day, it's actually hard to fall asleep; your mind can't seem to stop. It's best to have a light drink, since Jimmy didn't need to drive during the day, and it wouldn't involve drunk driving.

The next day, Jimmy was a little late again—actually, it wasn't just him. Even though he was late, he was still the earliest to arrive at the office. Peter and the others had worked overtime the day before and came in even later today.

Diana and Jones had been working with Peter since the morning, organizing, photographing, and registering information, mainly regarding the artifacts found in the house. These seized artifacts were not sent directly to the evidence room but were first brought to Peter's office for sorting and filing.

This was a meticulous task that didn't involve Jimmy, fortunately, there weren't too many artifacts. After two hours of busy work, they finally got it done.

Around noon, a person dressed as a Cleaner, accompanied by a security guard, came to Peter's office. Peter took him to the evidence room, and afterward, Peter came back alone.

Peter clapped his hands upstairs, "Everyone, come up."

Jimmy and the others glanced over and directly went upstairs to the conference room.

Peter, "The cleaning company's person just confirmed it, the artifacts we found from Alton's place are indeed from the deceased Nathan Bird. Our case is closed, good job everyone."

Jimmy, "So those three gunmen are the killers who murdered Nathan Bird?"

Peter, "It's confirmed. The bullets that killed Nathan Bird and his dog matched two of their guns. Ruiz has also confirmed the case is closed on his end."

Jimmy, "What about Allen Johnson and the statue buyer?"

Peter, "They've been submitted to the Federation Prosecutor, our mission is accomplished."

Peter looked around at the others, and seeing that no one had further questions, he continued, "It's almost the weekend, so I won't assign any new cases. Have a good weekend, now, dismissed."

Jones and Diana walked out, and Jimmy followed at the back. As he was leaving the conference room, he turned back.

Jimmy, "Peter, we still don't know why they had to kill Nathan Bird."

Peter, head down as he gathered files from the conference table, "That's not for us to concern ourselves with, Jimmy, no one is God."

Jimmy, "OK." Jimmy turned and left the conference room.

What Peter said had made everything clear: they were not God, they couldn't solve everything. Now that they had taken down Nathan's killers and recovered the lost artifacts, they had done well enough, and nobody could ask for more.

Jimmy returned to his own desk and began organizing the documents on it. The case was over, these were no longer needed, the case-related files had already been archived, and those on his desk were just his own copies.

Suddenly, Jimmy discovered a photo, which reminded him that there was one thing he had forgotten.

Jimmy rolled his chair over to Jones, "Hey, Jones, remember the guy I went to for information on our surveillance day? Can you help me look him up?"

Jones was idle anyway, waving Jimmy over, "Bring it on."

Jimmy handed over the name and credit card number the hotel front desk had printed for him, and Jones logged into the system with his own account to start the search.

Jones, "No matching information, fake name, the credit card number is from a small bank, forget it, it's another card obtained with false documents. Damn, no need to pursue this further, this kind of fake ID is all over the place, there's no point in tracing it."

Jimmy, "Thanks, no big deal, just someone who seemed familiar. I'll ask around later."

Jimmy rolled back to his spot; now things had gotten interesting. Frank Moses, what exactly are you up to.

As there were definitely no cases today, Jimmy took the opportunity to leave early in the afternoon, hailing a cab to Brooklyn, to the leather shop where his gun holster should have been ready.

Jimmy arrived at the leather shop, where there were still no customers, which was strange since the craftsmanship of this shop was truly excellent. Why were there no customers?

The Mediterranean old man was still working behind the counter, and without lifting his head when he heard the door chime, he said, "Welcome."

Jimmy, "Hey, shopkeeper, I'm here to pick up my gun holster."

The Mediterranean looked up at Jimmy, "Oh, it's you. You've come just at the right time, it's ready."

The Mediterranean turned and took out a cardboard box from under the counter, placing it on top. "Please."

Jimmy reached for the box and opened it, "Wow."

A natural leather underarm holster with a stamped pattern on the belt, Jimmy couldn't make out the meaning of the stamp, but it looked very attractive.

On the left side of the holster was a five-star stamp, with six bullet slots on the shoulder strap. On the right side, there was an added piece of leather with twelve bullet slots in three rows, and the right shoulder strap also had room for six bullets. Now he was set, with the six bullets already in the revolver, that made a total of thirty bullets, more than enough.

Jimmy took off his suit and removed his old holster, swapping it for the new one, pulling it tight, then making a few slight adjustments to the position. It fit perfectly.

"Nice, the shopkeeper's craftsmanship is really good, I like it a lot."

Jimmy immediately took the bullets from the old holster and put them on the new one, then directly threw the old one into a scrap bin next to the counter, and put on his suit.

"Very comfortable, form-fitting, but not restrictive, doesn't impede movement, I'm quite satisfied. Shopkeeper, give me a business card please."

Jimmy was indeed very satisfied; his previous holster was just standard issue and though it wasn't restrictive, it was kind of tight. Now, this one was truly comfortable, though of course, if it became uncomfortable at a later time, he would deal with it then.

Jimmy paid the balance, took a business card from the shopkeeper, and left the leather shop, hailing a cab back to the Federal Square office.

Back at the office, he took off his suit and hung it over the chair back. His new holster was immediately spotted by Jones.

"Jimmy, did you just get a new holster? It's very nice."

"Yeah, I had it made a few days ago at a leather shop in Brooklyn and just went to pick it up," Jimmy said while he drew his revolver to show Jones, handing him the holster.

"It's fantastic, really nice to touch, wasn't cheap though I bet."

"It's alright, I think it's worth the price," Jimmy replied as he took the holster back and put on the revolver.

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