Jimmy: "Well, it seems the first impression wasn't great, I'll be busy from now on."

Nia laughed, "Then you'll have to work hard, but don't worry, the police force is becoming more diverse, he understands the trend, my grandfather's way of thinking is outdated."

Jimmy could only give a wry smile. Although he was in a different world, the trend was clearly the same. That meant he had at most a few years of easier times before Chinese Americans became the absolute bottom of the disdain hierarchy.

Jimmy picked up the remote and turned on the TV, casually watching for a while before they went downstairs to the restaurant. Nia, back to normal, was noticeably more enthusiastic, and of course, stayed the night.

The next morning, Jimmy first took Nia to the police station, where she had some spare clothes. Not having gone home overnight could have caused some minor issues in the morning. Jimmy returned to the FBI office at Federal Square. A FedEx package was already lying on his desk.

He opened the package and glanced inside. Luckily, it seemed that the urgent phone call from yesterday had had some effect. The report was for a ballistic test of two guns from Dave's house and the gun used during the arrest; the bullets found in the body of the homeless man murdered that night and the bullets that hit the wall when Dave shot at Jimmy had been matched. Comparing to the ballistic markings on the fragments from previous cases would be a bit slower, and he expected that he would have to wait a bit longer. At this rate, it would take another day or so.

Jimmy planned to interrogate once more and called Chuck, but he was occupied with something else and couldn't join. So, Jimmy had to go alone.

At the detention center, Jimmy asked the guards to bring out Dave. Upon seeing Jimmy, Dave requested to call his lawyer. Ah, what a waste of time.

While waiting for the lawyer, Jimmy said a few words to Dave: "Dave, the ballistic testing on your gun is complete. The evidence chain for this murder case is now intact. While you can keep stalling, my patience is limited. I'm sure your lawyer has informed you about the best-case and worst-case scenarios. You two need to think carefully."

After that, he left Dave in the interrogation room with the guard at the door and went to sit and drink coffee. Oh, the coffee was something Jimmy bought on the way here; even though the detention center might have had some, it was for the guards, and Jimmy was not interested in asking them for any.

The lawyer took a long time to arrive. He first entered the interrogation room to talk with Dave, then finally opened the door to notify Jimmy to come in.

Dave: "OK, I admit it, the gun is mine, and I indeed shot that homeless man that night."

Jimmy smiled, "Wouldn't it have been better to admit this earlier? Tell me, why?"

Dave: "I had a decorating job over there before, and because of those homeless people, I had to repaint the exterior wall twice. I was somewhat angry, which led to the incident. It's that simple."

Jimmy: "Describe the detailed process."

Dave: "I left home before midnight, took a taxi to the area nearby, then found the guy in this alleyway, I pulled aside the canopy's curtain and fired two shots at him, and then you showed up."

Jimmy jotted it down in his notebook and asked, "You have two more handguns at home, all three are 'Ghost Guns'. How did you get them?"

Dave: "I bought them on the black market, they have no origin."

Jimmy: "All three? When did you buy them?"

Dave: "One a year ago, the other two half a year ago. It's my first time using them, I swear."

Jimmy nodded, continuing to make notes, "So, these three guns have been in your hands this whole time, and no one else has touched them, right?"

Dave nodded: "I've always kept them hidden at home, never took them out."

Jimmy didn't ask why he didn't buy them from a gun store because it was obvious Dave couldn't get a concealed carry permit; Dave had a previous criminal record, including a serious assault case, making it impossible for him to buy guns here. Maybe he could in another state.

Jimmy: "OK, take a look, everything okay?" Jimmy pushed his notebook toward Dave. After a quick glance, Dave nodded, and Jimmy took back his notebook. "I'll put together your testimony. Next time I come, I'll need your signature, alright?" Dave continued nodding, very cooperative.

The lawyer then spoke up: "Agent, may I ask when you plan to submit this case?" It seemed the lawyer had resigned himself to the situation, ready to focus his efforts on the prosecutor rather than delay matters with Jimmy. The lawyer's wishes were indeed good, but unfortunately, this case was not over; it was just the beginning. There were bigger surprises to come, and he hoped they could handle them.

Jimmy: "Just wait, I still have some procedures to go through here. That's all."

Jimmy closed his notebook, put the pen back in his pocket, stood up, and knocked on the door. The guard let him out, went in to handcuff Dave, and escorted him back to his cell.

Back in his office, Jimmy organized the two interrogation records of Dave, printed them out into documents. It wasn't the final record yet; more additions were to come, and it wasn't time for signatures yet.

As Jimmy continued to review his interrogation records, the phone on his desk began to ring. Jimmy answered it and couldn't help but laugh at what he heard. The lab's report wasn't written yet, but they had already matched one of the bullet fragments from a cab driver case to the lands and grooves on one of the guns found at Dave's house. Other tests were still ongoing, but they wanted to give Jimmy a piece of good news to brighten his day.

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