Jimmy rested in his hotel room for a while before heading out to Justin's bar. He had been in a bad mood since yesterday and really needed a drink to relax.

Jimmy: "Hi, Justin."

Justin was busy arranging bottles behind the bar with his back to the door. Hearing his name, he turned around to see Jimmy wearing a cowboy hat.

Justin, quite surprised, said, "Jimmy, what brought you back?" After a short pause, "Because of Chief James's incident?"

Jimmy nodded. He wasn't surprised that Justin guessed—the news of James being shot was no small matter. If Justin hadn't known, it would mean he was failing as an informant, especially with his bar located right next to the county police headquarters.

Jimmy: "Give me a drink, anything will do."

Justin nodded, remembering that Jimmy's usual stockpile had long been depleted after his departure from Little Rock over half a year ago and that he hadn't kept any drink reserved. Justin busied himself with mixing a cocktail and handed Jimmy a martini with an olive.

Jimmy took a sip and set the glass on the bar. He handed his hat to Justin to place behind the bar and suddenly remembered something. "Justin, speaking of which, that beauty at the bar in the Intercontinental Hotel last time, her name was Adi, right? She's pretty good at making martinis. Did she learn from you?"

Justin: "Uh, you still remember that? Well, I was in her position a few years back, if you get what I mean."

Jimmy nodded, "Got any intel? Information about the gunman."

Justin glanced around and leaned in a bit closer, "No information on the gunman yet. I've also checked with the client center, there's no bounty out for James, so it's pretty certain that it wasn't our people."

Jimmy's brow furrowed as he picked up his glass for another small sip.

Justin: "Since you're with the FBI, it's best to involve the Little Rock FBI. Their resources are far superior to yours at the county police."

Jimmy: "Harten has already taken action. No matter how it turns out, I owe him a favor."

Justin nodded, "You came back just for this, didn't you? Won't this affect you? You've just joined the FBI."

Jimmy looked down at his glass, silent for a moment, then looked up at Justin, "No Better Friend, No Worse Enemy. Justin, I can't just ignore what happened to James."

Justin had been watching Jimmy for a long time and of course knew his character, "Take your time drinking, it's on the house." Then he walked away from Jimmy to attend to other customers.

One of Jimmy's purposes for coming here hadn't been achieved, which showed that even informants have their limits. However, the trip wasn't a complete waste. He had previously learned from Justin that the Intercontinental Hotel was now at the top of the underground assassin world. If there wasn't a bounty from them or their assassins hadn't moved, at least that eliminated some suspects.

The breadth of the criminal underworld in the United States was too vast; no single organization could dominate, besides the Intercontinental Hotel. There were assuredly many other organizations, large and small, with assassins at their disposal. Without clear leads, it was hard to determine which one was behind it.

After having two drinks, Jimmy left the bar to go back and rest. Now was not the time for distractions with ladies; he was in no mood for it.

The following day, before Jimmy could leave the hotel, a call from Harten came in.

Harten: "Jimmy, have you contacted someone?"

Jimmy was perplexed, "What are you talking about? Who would I have contacted?"

Harten: "Come to the office, and make it quick."

Jimmy, still confused, hung up, got dressed, grabbed breakfast on the way, and headed to the FBI office.

Harten: "Jimmy, this has really blown up. Who have you been in contact with these last couple of days? Asking for support?"

Jimmy shook his head, "No one, I've just been in Little Rock. Who else could I find here?"

Harten: "My boss, Pete, just came to see me, told me to work with you on investigating Chief James's shooting."

Jimmy blinked, Pete—a very familiar name. He thought for a moment; the only person at Lambert's level in the FBI who could be contacted must have been the one he talked to. Lambert didn't just approve his leave but also reached out to the Little Rock chief.

Jimmy: "Regardless of who contacted him, we should now have enough people to analyze the previous leads, right?"

Harten: "Yeah, no problem. Two surveillance teams have been notified, they'll work on the investigation together. Let's wait for their report."

Jimmy nodded, "Have you had breakfast? I brought an extra portion."

Harten and Jimmy headed to the break room, fetched two cups of coffee, and sat down to eat breakfast while waiting for the surveillance teams' findings.

Harten's phone rang, he glanced at the caller ID and answered, "Got something?" "OK, we'll be on our way."

After hanging up, Harten said to Jimmy, "Let's go, we've got a rough location on that white van, we should check out the scene."

Jimmy nodded, and the two men left the break room with their half-eaten burgers, "Hold on, Harten, can you request a bulletproof vest for me? I came here in such a hurry, I didn't bring anything but a revolver."

Harten nodded, turned, and headed to the equipment room. A bulletproof vest, an M4A1 rifle, and three magazines—that's what Harten secured for Jimmy.

Jimmy looked at the M4A1 in his hands, previously he had always used an M16, this was his first time using an M4A1 in action. It wasn't much of a problem; although he wasn't as familiar with it, he had used it a few times on the range.

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