The gunfight that had occurred here had startled everyone in the building. Jimmy clenched his teeth and looked up, unable to discern which room might be hiding something out of the ordinary, since people in every room were in hiding.

Chris and Jimmy were both waiting for support in this room, with the NYPD handling the investigation of the other rooms. Chris thanked Jimmy, "Thanks, Jimmy, for your quick response."

Jimmy nodded— he had cheated; his observational skills weren't that great. Traditional agents like Chris relied more on clues and conjecture when investigating cases, naturally reacting slower to emergencies than cheats like Jimmy, which wasn't something to be proud of.

The first to arrive was the ambulance; the person who had been shot in the chest wasn't dead yet, and was immediately treated by the paramedics before being carried downstairs to the hospital for emergency care. The one who had committed suicide would wait for the next ambulance, needing to be taken directly to the morgue for an autopsy.

After a while, the investigators arrived, in two groups: one from the NYPD's crime scene unit and one from the FBI's investigative team.

There was no need to apply for a search warrant for such a scene; they found several black coats in the room, two of which matched those captured by surveillance cameras. Chris and Jimmy didn't wait any longer, returning straight to the station.

The reports from the investigation of the Joe Matthewson shooting case they had seen earlier would be submitted by the investigative department; they didn't need to wait directly at the scene for the results. FBI agents weren't omnipotent; evidence collection at the scene was very specialized, usually being summarized by the agents after the collection was complete, and then reviewed by the agents for an overall investigation of the case.

Jimmy, who had fired the gun, was now completely free of sleepiness, still very alert despite having worked the night shift. He drove his car out of the parking lot, ready to go home to rest, because Chris would be working during the day and he had another night shift tonight.

After returning to his apartment, Jimmy first poured himself a drink, then began to undress, ready to catch up on sleep, when the phone rang again.

"Damn!" Jimmy picked up the phone and saw the caller, connecting the call.

Jimmy: "Who is this?"

Frank: "Hey, Jimmy, it's Frank, Frank from Kansas City."

Jimmy: "Oh, Frank, Merry Christmas. What's up?"

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

Jimmy: "Of course, I work here."

Frank: "Can you meet up? I'll be in New York in about 2 hours."

Jimmy was speechless, can't you guys let me rest for a while?

Jimmy: "Is it urgent?"

Frank: "Yeah!"

Jimmy: "Alright, where should we meet?"

Frank: "Chinatown. I'll contact you when I'm there."

Jimmy: "OK. Goodbye."

Jimmy looked at his clothes, half-off, then at the time—it was nearly noon. How could he sleep now? He went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of black coffee to wake up and then changed into casual clothes before heading out, just in time for lunch, right around when Frank would arrive.

At 1:30 in the afternoon, Jimmy arrived in Manhattan's Chinatown and parked his car by the roadside to wait for Frank to reach out. Frank saying he'd be there in 2 hours meant he was definitely outside New York, and with the city's traffic, congestion was normal.

Spotting a café nearby, he got out of his car and walked over, ordering a "Double shot". Now, although Jimmy was still quite alert, mostly thanks to the morning's gunfight, having not slept for 24 hours, he was actually a bit unstable.

Standing on the street with his coffee, it wasn't long before Frank arrived, and Jimmy drove to the parking lot where Frank was waiting.

Jimmy approached Frank's car, Frank also got out of the car, and a woman emerged from the passenger side—Caucasian with long brown hair, looking like she was in her forties with clearly visible crow's feet.

Jimmy: "Hi, Frank, who is this?"

Frank: "Sarah Ross, my friend."

Jimmy extended his hand with a smile to Sarah and said, "Nice to meet you, Ms. Ross, Jimmy Yang."

Jimmy looked at Frank: "So, why the urgency, what's going on?"

Frank: "Yeah, I need you to help me look into a case. A New York Times journalist was killed, Stephanie Chen."

Jimmy: "Is she your friend?"

Frank: "No, but she's somewhat related to me now. Here's a list she left behind; I want you to check out these people for me."

Frank handed Jimmy a piece of paper with 11 names on it.

Jimmy: "OK, find a place to rest. I'll go back to the bureau and look into these people."

Jimmy drove straight back to Federal Square, opened his computer, and started the search for the people on the list. After compiling the data, Jimmy shut down his computer and left the FBI office to find Frank and his company.

Jimmy: "There's a big problem with this list; only three people on it are still alive, you, Alexander Dunning, Gabriel Singer. The others are all dead, and died of different causes. Some died in car accidents, others of heart attacks. Except for Marvin, who died a few years ago, most of the others died within the last half month. And this guy, Joe Matthewson, was shot dead yesterday at his apartment."

Jimmy handed the list to Frank, "Also, I checked Stephanie Chen. The case was filed as a burglary resulting in death, with no suspects found. Looks like the case is going nowhere."

Frank took the list while Jimmy also handed him another paper with the addresses for Alexander Dunning and Gabriel Singer.

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