Jimmy started to check from the bedroom, because there were not many things in the house, and he counted them all in a while.
Jimmy took his little notebook and pen out of his pocket and began to record his losses.
What was missing: a Smith & Wesson M686-1, a box of .375 Magnum bullets, a suit, a few pieces of clothing, some change in the living room, mainly for small expenses, and beer in the refrigerator.
Things that were damaged: the door lock was broken, the TV was smashed into a hole, the lock of the cabinet was broken, and the things originally placed on the shelves and cabinets were scattered all over the floor.
Jimmy gave the list to Chris, and Chris had already contacted people from the forensics department. When they arrived and collected fingerprints, Jimmy could clean up the room.
Seeing that nothing happened here, the two patrolmen greeted Jimmy and Chris and left.
The people from the forensics department arrived about half an hour later. They collected evidence from the door handles to the cabinets, as well as the obvious shoe prints on the floor other than the footprints of Jimmy and Chris. The work took nearly an hour to finish.
When Chris and the people from the forensics department left, Jimmy's head ached when he looked at the messy room. When he first crossed over, he still kept his old habit of tidying up the room like a half-obsessive-compulsive disorder. Later, he gradually let it go. Self.
It has been nearly 2 years now, and he is now almost like an ordinary bachelor. Although the house is not usually very messy, he is really not in the mood to tidy up so many messy things at night.
The door lock was broken. Jimmy just used a pole and a chair to hold the door up. This could only prevent some gentlemen. If they really wanted to break in, they wouldn't be able to withstand it, but Jimmy wasn't too worried. As long as he wasn't too sleepy, he would definitely know when the door was opened.
Jimmy looked at the time and saw that it was already 11 o'clock. Come on, there was nothing more to do. Jimmy straightened the messed up sheets and quilts on the bed, went to wash up, and then lay down directly.
Early the next morning, Jimmy made a call directly to Karg. There were only two types of thieves who broke in, either from gangs or lone wolves.
If it's a lone wolf, there's nothing to say. Just wait for the LRPD to investigate. If it's a gang, an old man like Kag must know which gang Jimmy's apartment belongs to and go directly to them.
Jimmy believed that he had no enemies, and those angry gangsters came to James to complain through their connections. If they really did such a thing to break into his house, it would really turn from a public matter to a private vendetta.
I believe that these people who can be big bosses all know what it means for a violent police officer to become a personal enemy. As long as their brains are not wet, they will never do such a thing.
Kag was really awesome and directly reported his name and address. Jones, the boss of the 14th Street gang, Jimmy's apartment is within his sphere of influence, Jones is usually in a bar on West 14th Street.
Jimmy knew the name and address, so he drove directly to the police station. His home had been robbed, and he needed to report the matter and take a leave of absence.
When Amy learned the reason for Jimmy's leave, within a short time, everyone in the police department knew about it.
Before Jimmy could drive away from the police station, James' call came, and he had no choice but to go back to find Chief James.
James: "Jimmy, your house was robbed?"
Jimmy nodded and said, "Yes, when I went back last night, I found that the door lock was broken, the house was turned into a mess, and the spare gun I kept at home was stolen. The rest doesn't matter, this is very troublesome."
James: "Do you have a goal?"
Jimmy: "Well, 14th Street Jones, I'm going to talk to him. If it wasn't his people who did it, then we have to wait for news from the LRPD."
James: "Well, go ahead and be careful. Call for backup if necessary."
Jimmy: "Okay, bye, Chief."
This is considered a report by Jimmy. If something unexpected happens this time, I'll be sorry. I hope Jones won't let the butcher come forward to talk.
Jimmy drove to Jones' bar on West 14th Street, but he was not the first to come. Agent Chris was already at the door of the bar. However, when Jimmy arrived, Chris was talking to a security guard at the door, and then Clark Rhys turned to leave.
As Chris was about to leave, he saw Jimmy getting out of the car and he came over to say hello.
Chris: "Hey, Jimmy, you're here too."
Jimmy: "Well, I was robbed over there, so I must talk to Jones first. Do you have any news over there?"
Chris: "The fingerprints are still being analyzed. I also planned to talk to Jones first, but I didn't see Jones."
Jimmy: "He's not here?"
Chris: "Maybe it's there, maybe it's not. I don't have a search warrant, so I can't force my way in."
Jimmy frowned, turned to look at the bar, and activated his mental eyes. Although it was morning, the arrival of Chris had already alerted the people inside. Jimmy could see three figures near the door of the bar, but he couldn't see them inside due to the distance.
"Bah." Jimmy spat and put his hand on the handle of the revolver under his arm. "Jones is not giving you face. Maybe he needs to talk in a different way."
"Stop, Jimmy, calm down, calm down." Chris broke into a cold sweat when he saw Jimmy's actions. Although I have never cooperated with Jimmy, Jimmy's legend has been spread in LRPD for a long time.
Damn it, this guy's nickname is really correct. Jimmy doesn't look like a policeman at all. How can he pull out a gun casually? He is simply a reckless man.
Chris grabbed Jimmy's right arm, "Calm down, Jimmy, I know you're a little angry, but let me handle it, you have to trust me, I'm familiar with them. I'll handle it, you wait in the car first." "
Jimmy nodded, released his right hand holding the handle of the gun, and turned back to the car. He opened the door, sat in the driver's seat, and looked at the door of the bar.
Jimmy is really a little angry. If his registered gun is used to do bad things, he will be in trouble. What's even more troublesome is the other 92F. If he can't find it back, he has to make sure that no one knows that the gun is his. .
Chris breathed a sigh of relief. He turned back to the door of the bar. Jimmy didn't know what he said to the security guard. The security guard went straight in to look for someone. Chris was waiting at the door.
After a while, a bald middle-aged man, white, wearing a sleeveless denim jacket and with dense tattoos on his arms came out.
Chris said a few words to him, Jones turned to look at Jimmy's car, then said a few more words to Chris, and then turned back to the bar.
Chris came to Jimmy's car and gave Jimmy his right thumb.
"Jimmy, the name Butcher is really useful. Let's wait for news from Jones."
I got news today that there will be a recommendation for a weather vane next week. I will see if I can add an update then.
(End of chapter)
