Goss's Cigar Club is a members-only club. Kevin has a membership card here and brought Jimmy once before. Jimmy took the chance to get a membership card himself but rarely comes by.

After a brief word with the doorman, Jimmy headed to a meeting room. A waiter brought over some cigars, and Jimmy picked a Davidoff, ordered a glass of Bourbon, and sat smoking while reading a magazine, waiting for Adam Maxwell to arrive.

A while later, a waiter brought Maxwell into the meeting room. Jimmy placed his cigar in the ashtray, stood up to greet him, "Welcome, Mr. Maxwell."

Maxwell looked at Jimmy, puzzled, and asked, "Mr. George? Have we met before? You look a bit familiar."

George was the name Jimmy left in his letter, worried it might be seen by others, so he didn't use his own name.

Jimmy smiled, reached out to shake his hand, then gestured to sit down and talk, "We've met once, a few days ago in the FBI conference room. Let me introduce myself again, FBI Senior Agent Jimmy Yang."

Maxwell's expression turned somewhat serious, "What's your relationship with Senator Hagerty?"

Jimmy: "A bit of a relationship, but not much. Would you like one? The cigars here are quite good."

Jimmy pressed the service button on the table, and a waiter came over with a tray. Maxwell had moved past his initial confusion and tension, casually picked one up, snipped the end, and lit the cigar with a long match to start smoking.

Once the waiter left, he looked at Jimmy and said, "Alright, now we can talk."

Jimmy: "Someone asked me to inquire about Senator Pratt's murder case."

Maxwell frowned at Jimmy, the tip of the cigar in his mouth glowing, a puff of smoke escaped from his lips, "Who are you representing?"

Jimmy: "Some influential figures, they're paying attention to this case. They've noticed you."

Maxwell: "New York? DC?"

Jimmy: "Both, but for now, primarily New York."

Maxwell: "What do you want to know?"

Jimmy: "I want to know why you're insistent on prosecuting Peter Bullock?"

Maxwell leaned back on the sofa, looking at the young man before him through a thin veil of smoke, Asian, FBI Senior Agent, holding Senator Hagerty's private business card, talking in such a high-end club, all of it indicated that these matters ran deep.

Maxwell wasn't someone rigid or inflexible. He's cooperated a lot with the FBI over the past two years, and their relationship is actually quite okay.

If it weren't for being coerced, he wouldn't be willing to offend the FBI like this, especially since the target, Peter, is a senior Supervisory Special Agent, with rumors about him being promoted to Assistant Special Agent in Charge, meaning he would oversee field operations. Someone like that surely has powerful backing.

Maxwell thought for a moment, "I think we should discuss this more later. I have another appointment to catch today."

Jimmy smiled, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Maxwell. "Of course, we should definitely talk more. I'll wait for your call."

Maxwell took Jimmy's business card, placed the cigar in the ashtray, picked up his glass, and clinked it with Jimmy's, "Pleasure to meet you, Agent Yang."

Jimmy laughed and said, "Please don't be so formal, just call me Jimmy. Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Maxwell."

The two drank the Bourbon in their glasses, stood up, shook hands to say goodbye, and Jimmy saw Maxwell out of the meeting room, returned to his previous seat, and continued smoking his cigar.

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