The woman replied, "I think the person you're looking for isn't here, I've been renting this apartment for over half a year."

Jimmy, "Do you know how he left?"

The woman shook her head, "I'm not sure, you can try asking the apartment manager."

Jimmy, "Thank you. Sorry for the bother."

Jimmy and Chris went downstairs, the manager's office was on the first floor, Jimmy showed his badge, smoothly obtained some information, Mike Jennings had left over a year ago, and there had been two other tenants renting the apartment since then. As for his whereabouts, there were currently no leads.

Jimmy took out his notebook and recorded everything, then he and Chris continued to the next house. That day they had checked three people in Queens, the remaining two had alibis, and neither had been to Nassau County.

By evening, Jimmy and Chris said their goodbyes, and each headed home to rest.

Jimmy got home, threw himself onto the couch, it had been three days since he had received the case, and apart from these yet-to-be-checked people, there was not a single clue. Jimmy's mind was a mess, completely clueless.

Actually, according to the investigation procedure, he should have started by investigating the people Joey had contact with, but as a former Federation Prosecutor, the activities Joey participated in after retirement were usually of a high level; it was quite troublesome for him to directly investigate those big shots or retired big shots. Therefore, Jimmy chose to start the investigation directly from those who could have inflicted such harm.

Jimmy got up, poured himself a glass of wine, then went to his study. Jimmy's computer, file rack, and safe were all in this room. As for exercise, he had placed a rowing machine and a dumbbell rack against the living room wall, just enough for basic workouts at home; Jimmy hadn't prepared much in terms of equipment.

Jimmy opened the files sent over by the Federation Prosecutor's office, reviewing the cases related to relevant people again.

The next day, Jimmy met Chris to continue investigating the remaining people; this time they had to go to Long Island. They drove to Queens but hadn't yet entered Nassau County when Jimmy received a call from Ruiz.

Jimmy hung up and immediately called Chris. Both pulled over to the side of the road, Chris approached Jimmy with a puzzled look, "Why are we stopping?"

Jimmy, "Ruiz got a lead that might be related to us, it's not far, in Jamaica."

Chris nodded, "Let's go, to Jamaica first."

Jimmy and Chris turned around, heading towards the Jamaica District beneath Queens. The Jamaica District is a multicultural area, with convenient transportation and quite good community development. Naturally, such places are not devoid of gangs, but because of the mixed population, the gangs here are small groups relying on larger gangs, relatively less powerful than those in other areas.

Jimmy found Ruiz there, "Ruiz, got any news?"

Ruiz, "The person you asked me to check, one seems problematic. Manny Morley, of Mexican descent, a subordinate of the Latin Kings, one of my informants told me that Manny disappeared about a month ago and hasn't shown up since."

Jimmy turned and fetched some files from the car, took off his sunglasses, and began looking for Manny Morley's information on the roadside.

Manny Morley, interstate transportation of hazardous goods, illegal possession of automatic weapons, fleeing from police, sentenced to 15 years, paroled after serving 8 years, released from jail two months ago.

Jimmy, "His family, friends?"

Ruiz, "He has no family left. His mother died a long time ago, and he was raised by his father. Two years ago, his father was killed in a shooting, the killer was never found, and the case is still pending at NYPD.

You know about the Latin Kings, they're not a tightly-knit gang but a loose combination of small groups, similar to MS13. Manny was one of their small leaders. After his release, he was involved in a major conflict with others, and several were injured."

Jimmy, "His last whereabouts? Did your informant mention anything?"

Ruiz, "That's why I wanted you to come here. Come on, let's go meet their leader."

Jimmy nodded, put on his sunglasses, and put the files back in the car.

Ruiz led the way, with Jimmy and Chris following Ruiz through a side alley into the back doors of several buildings.

Ruiz directly entered a remodeled room, which had a long Texas Hold'em poker table in the middle and a few slot machines on the side, though it wasn't their operating time yet, this was another underground gambling den.

A few Latinos nearby watched as Ruiz and his companions entered, making no move to stop them, evidently, they had been advised beforehand.

He entered a room inside, which was a large office, and a Latin man was sitting behind the desk.

Ruiz, "Razor, now you can talk."

Razor lifted his chin in a gesture, "Who offed the Puma? The Asian kid or the old man?"

Ruiz, "Alright, the persons you want to thank are already here, fair trade, now give me the information I want."

Razor smirked, "Well, whoever of you did it, I thank you on behalf of my brother. You're looking for Manny's whereabouts, right? Manny had a scrap with one of Spain's leaders about a month and a half ago, got a bit injured, recovered for a few days, then he gathered some weapons and vanished. The last place he was seen was right here."

Ruiz, "What kind of weapons? What's he planning to do?"

Razor, "Two handguns, and as for what he's planning, I don't know. There, I've repaid the favor I owed you, you can go now."

Ruiz nodded, turned, and was about to leave when Jimmy suddenly spoke up, "Razor, give me Manny's phone number."

Razor was taken aback by Jimmy's demand, the commanding tone of which he found highly displeasing. His brow furrowed, and his expression changed several times.

Razor, "No, even if I had it, I wouldn't give it to you. Not possible."

Jimmy nodded, turned to follow Ruiz, and prepared to leave.

Razor, "Oh, one last thing for free, it's possible that Manny's father wasn't accidentally killed."

Ruiz turned right around to face Razor, "What do you know? Tell me."

Razor, "Only rumors: he ripped someone off, but who exactly I don't know."

Razor spread his hands, waved goodbye, and gave Ruiz and his crew the goodbye gesture.

Ruiz turned, leading Jimmy and the others out of the underground gambling den, to the roadside, and looked at Jimmy, "That's everything. He's only talking because Puma killed two of his guys, and after Puma was done by you, MS13's turf got divided among a few gangs."

Jimmy, "Do you think it's possible it was him?"

Ruiz, "That's your case, you handle it. Alright, I've got other things to deal with, I'm heading out."

Ruiz bid them farewell and drove away. Jimmy turned to look at Chris, "Chris, what do you think?"

Chris gave Jimmy a smile that was not quite a smile, "I've told you, you handle this case yourself, forget about what I think."

Jimmy frowned, something about Chris's attitude was off. He pulled out a cigarette pack and lighter from his pocket, offered one to Chris, lit it, and then lit one for himself.

Chris took a drag, "Nice lighter."

Jimmy had already put the cigarette pack and lighter back in his pocket. Hearing Chris's comment, he took out the lighter and handed it over.

Jimmy, "Yeah, it's nice, a Vietnam vet gave it to me."

Chris played with it for a bit, then handed it back to Jimmy, "At least 30 years old, well preserved. Looks like a precious gift."

Jimmy put it back in his pocket, "Yeah, just a small kindness returned with a gift. I've had it for a while now."

Chris, "Alright, take your time to think about it." After saying this, Chris got into his car, didn't start it, just waited for Jimmy.

Jimmy stubbed out his cigarette, turned, and got into the car, continuing to pursue the original investigation target.

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