Wearing a suit in the office was quite uncomfortable. Like Jones, Jimmy was used to taking it off and hanging it up whenever he didn't need to go out, except that apart from the suit, Jimmy also had a holster and a revolver.

Jimmy's revolver had a dates-red handle matched with a shiny barrel, which made it very noticeable in the holster. It used to be a black holster, but now it had been replaced with a brownish-yellow one, which matched the red handle and looked a bit nicer than before.

Jones's backup gun was strapped above his ankle, a spot recommended during training, where most agents carried their backups. Others preferred to keep theirs in the pocket of their pants, which was entirely up to personal preference; there was no mandate.

To kill some time, Jimmy said goodbye to everyone and left the office. It was his day off again, and after such a busy week, he was feeling dizzy and congested. After some consideration, he decided to make a trip to the church to complete a task.

This time, to avoid the embarrassment of mistakenly entering an Eastern Orthodox Church like last time, Jimmy decided to go to St. Patrick's Cathedral on Fifth Avenue. At least, it looked nicer there, which might put him in a better mood. Jimmy wasn't picky about churches; just sitting in one after a killing could save him from a lot of trouble, which was already very good.

Speaking of Fifth Avenue, Jimmy thought for a moment and decided to make a phone call.

Jimmy: "Hi, Frank. Are you still in New York?"

Frank Moses: "Oh, Jimmy, I'm still here, what's up?"

Jimmy: "Nothing much, just that it's finally the weekend. I was wondering if you had time to sit and chat."

Frank: "Oh, the weekend is good, when?"

Jimmy: "How about tomorrow morning, at St. Patrick's Cathedral? I just happen to be going to pray."

Frank: "OK, see you tomorrow."

The next day, Jimmy took a taxi to St. Patrick's Cathedral and didn't see Frank outside, so he entered the church first. After sitting down, he sent a text message to Frank and then settled down to pray—or at least he pretended to, looking as if he were praying when he was actually more like sleeping.

After who knows how long, Frank walked into the cathedral and sat next to Jimmy.

Frank turned to Jimmy and said, "I didn't know you were a believer."

Without looking up and still resting his head on his crossed hands as if in prayer, Jimmy replied, "You have got to believe in something, good morning, Frank. Just give me a moment."

A couple of minutes later, Jimmy made a show of lifting his head and making the sign of the cross before finally turning to look at Frank.

Jimmy: "Frank, I never asked, what are you doing now?"

Frank: "I'm doing security consulting for companies, why?"

Jimmy took out a folded A4 sheet of paper from his suit's inner pocket and handed it to Frank. It was the printout of a surveillance screenshot.

Frank: "Oh, when did you see me?"

Jimmy: "You're certain it's you, right?"

Frank nodded and handed the paper back to Jimmy.

Jimmy: "We were handling a case a few days ago and I saw you in the surveillance footage. Can you tell me what's up with Harry Stamper?"

Frank: "It's just a cover identity, pretty standard. I'm retired now."

Jimmy: "Looks like my guess was correct, which agency?"

Frank: "A federal one, relax, I'm not a terrorist or anything."

Jimmy: "Seems like you really trust me, being so forthright."

Frank: "Of course, the United States is a big place, and for us to run into each other in New York, that must be God's guidance. You're not some kind of dangerous individual, and besides, the FBI could easily look up my information; there's no need to hide."

Jimmy: "OK, let's end this matter here, no one is going to chase after your fake identity anymore, the case has been closed."

Jimmy stood up, buttoning up his suit, "Let's go, how about we grab a coffee outside?"

The two found a café outside and had a casual chat. To Jimmy's surprise, he learned that Frank was close to having a girlfriend, which was rare; back in Little Rock, Arkansas, Frank was still an unmarried middle-aged man.

But it was still just a potential girlfriend. Seeing the smile on Frank's face, he seemed to be happy. Jimmy simply congratulated him and then felt a little tight in his chest, thinking about how he was still single.

After chatting for a while, Frank took his leave, and Jimmy strolled around Fifth Avenue, finding several wine shops. He browsed around and eventually bought a few bottles of Cornell Cabernet Sauvignon Red Wine to keep at home, just in case he needed to give a gift without having to run out and buy it at the last minute.

Of course, Jimmy also purchased two bottles of 18-year-old Glenlivet to drink regularly at home, having grown accustomed to it back in Little Rock. He saw no reason to switch, especially since he could afford it.

Jimmy went home to rest a bit, and in the evening, he changed into casual clothes to go out and have fun.

There were plenty of bars and nightclubs to enjoy in Manhattan. However, during Jimmy's time in New York, he had been too busy with work to feel like going out. Now that the case was over and there were no other urgent tasks, he decided to explore around and find a potential regular hangout spot, similar to how he had Justin's bar back in Little Rock.

Besides bars, there was also Broadway, which was uniquely New York and something Jimmy hadn't experienced. Although he didn't understand a thing about opera, it didn't stop him from planning to fit in more as a young New Yorker. Without having seen a Broadway show, he'd have no conversation starters in the future.

The first place Jimmy visited was Times Square. Since it was still early, the place was bustling with people. Jimmy admired the beautiful women around while wandering in and out of shops, occasionally sitting down in a coffee shop when he got tired.

While out shopping, Jimmy's backup phone rang. He looked at it and answered, "Hi Justin, it's rare to get a call from you."

Justin: "Haha, I'm in New York on business. I just finished up and thought I'd give you a call. You got time for a drink?"

Jimmy: "Sure, I'm at Times Square. Where are you?"

Justin: "Just come to the InterContinental Hotel, at the corner of Pearl Street and Beaver Street."

Jimmy: "Okay then, I guess I really need to familiarize myself with the place. I'll call you when I get there."

Jimmy had previously told Justin that because he was new to New York, he wasn't familiar with it yet and didn't plan to get involved with the InterContinental Hotel. But now it seemed Justin was set on bringing him into their circle. Jimmy wasn't particularly opposed as long as it didn't violate his principles. A side job wasn't a big issue.

Leaving Times Square, Jimmy headed to a nearby street to hail a taxi; it was a bit easier there, though traffic congestion was still severe.

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