Jimmy's connections in various police departments are really good. He is not the kind of person who is arranged by the leadership, but relies entirely on his own super strength to build connections. Each police department will usually give him some face, after all, he is a person with whom he has connections. There is still time to provide support.
Jimmy trained at SWAT for a while and then left the training base. He couldn't stay here for a long time. The training base was a bit far from the city. If he supported, it would sometimes delay time.
After getting off work, Jimmy returned to the police station. James was still there. James asked Jimmy to change his clothes and took him out of the police station with him.
Jimmy didn't drive today, but took James' car. As for the destination, it was the club where Jimmy met Tom a long time ago. There was no signage here, it was obviously a private club, and it might not even be open to the public at all.
James took Jimmy into the club, and the guard outside opened the door without verifying their identities. It seemed that James had come many times, and the guards here had a good memory.
The last time he came to the club, Jimmy was in a hurry and didn't observe the situation at all. This time he was much more relaxed and in the mood to take a look around.
This is a 3-story villa, which looks quite large from the outside. Jimmy comes in through the front door. On one side of the hall is the service desk, and on the other side is a circular staircase leading to the second and third floors.
Jimmy opened his mind and could only see the front part. The structure of the room in the depths could not be seen at all. As for the upper and lower parts, looking from Jimmy's current position, he could see that the people in the upstairs room were scattered in twos and threes in various rooms. Looking at the human form, they are basically talking or something like that.
This club was obviously a normal one, there was nothing dirty going on, at least Jimmy didn't see it.
Just when Jimmy got this initial impression, James took him up to the second floor and walked inside for a while. Jimmy found a large room with several people gathered around a table. Well, this shape can basically be judged as... Texas Hold'em.
Fortunately, James's destination is not this room. Jimmy doesn't know how to hold Texas Hold'em at all. If he were to sit down, it would just be a meal delivery.
James' target was a small reception room, where two people were already chatting on the sofa. James did not knock on the door, but directly opened the door and entered the room. Jimmy followed James in.
This is a relatively small reception room, about 30 square meters. There is a shelf against the wall, with some wine and a few boxes on it, and some cups in the cabinet below. There is a round table in the middle of the house and three single sofas in a triangle.
The two elderly people, aged 6 and 70, looked older than James. Although their hair had turned gray, they were still energetic. The two were smoking cigars and chatting when they were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
James took Jimmy to the opposite side of the two people. James sat on the remaining sofa, and Jimmy stood next to James as his little brother.
James introduced them: "Dave, Walter, this is Jimmy, the best young man in the police department." Jimmy nodded to them, did not speak, and just stood with his hands folded in front of his lower abdomen.
James looked at the person on his left, "Dave, I need your help."
Dave took a cigar from the cigar box on the table and handed it to James. James did not continue talking, but began to cut the cigar. After he lit the cigar and took a puff, he continued to speak.
James: "Dave, I know you have retired, but I think you should still be able to contact the people inside. I need to check the last locations of two phone numbers. Please help me. I owe you one time."
James' speech was obviously too straightforward. I don't know if it was because of his impatience, but he had no intention of making polite greetings at all.
Dave looked up at Jimmy and then at James, who nodded.
Dave: "Yeah, give me your number."
James turned to look at Jimmy. Jimmy took out a pen and paper from his pocket and wrote down two numbers. One was the phone number recorded in his own mobile phone, and the other was the phone number on Tom's business card that James gave him. When he knew James was going to check these two numbers early this morning, he had already memorized the phone numbers.
After Jimmy finished writing, he folded it and handed it to James. James didn't read the content on the note and directly handed it to Dave.
Dave unfolded it, took a look, put it in his suit pocket, then took out a card holder from another pocket, found a business card from it and gave it to James. "Contact him tomorrow."
James was obviously relieved. He held up the business card and gave it to Jimmy. He said to Jimmy without looking back: "Jimmy, you can go back."
Jimmy took the business card, turned and left the reception room.
Obviously these two are big guys, and Jimmy is not qualified to sit and chat with them. James can bring him over to meet these two, which is already a great help to him. If possible in the future, he does not rule out that he may inherit Part of James' connections.
Jimmy put his business card in his pocket when he left the door of the reception room. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked slowly to the club hall.
He was brought here by James. He didn't drive his own car, so he had to ask the staff at the service desk to call and reserve a taxi.
Jimmy took a taxi back to the county police headquarters. He did not drive directly home, but returned to his work station, took out the business card and looked at it.
Okay, a very familiar icon, the FBI round logo, although it only has a name and a phone number, but you know the basics.
Jimmy took out the armpit holster and gun from the drawer and put them on before heading home. When he went to the club before, James specifically told not to bring weapons, so Jimmy followed James there empty-handed. Without a gun on me, I really feel a little less secure.
Jimmy drove home and unfortunately encountered a flat tire on the way. While changing the tire, Jimmy couldn't help but think, something was wrong. It was the first time in more than a year that a tire had a flat tire while driving. Could it be that the wave of bad luck at the end of last year was another one? It's coming.
Jimmy changed the tires, cleaned up the dust, got up and drove home.
The next day, Jimmy came to the police station to sign in. At noon, he called the number on his business card. The call was quickly connected, and a man's voice on the other side said, "Who are you?"
Jimmy: "I'm looking for Pete. I want to get some materials."
Pete: "3 p.m., FBI Little Rock office parking lot." After that, he hung up the phone.
Jimmy was speechless. If you guys didn't choose the parking lot, wouldn't there be any other place? All of them got involved in the parking lot.
But that’s normal. Little Rock is different from other prosperous state capitals. It’s really sparsely populated. The buildings in the city center all have large ground parking lots. There’s absolutely no surveillance in such a place. , at most, there is a surveillance camera from a distance watching a large area, and it is impossible to record the sound of the conversation.
(End of chapter)
