When it was time to get off work, Jimmy packed up and prepared to go home. There had been no news from Chuck, which was normal. It was impossible to get more news in half a day. It was definitely still in the investigation stage.
Jimmy drove through Chinatown and came here specifically to refresh his tea leaves. Speaking of which, I didn't feel much when I drank it before, but when I invited Ruiz to drink tea, I suddenly felt that I seemed to be doing a little bad. When inviting people to drink tea, you always have to drink something good, and it's not like you can't afford it.
It's the same tea shop. Jimmy is actually quite lazy. Basically, as long as there is nothing wrong with the shop he is familiar with before, or there is something that is not available, he will usually go directly to the familiar shop and lazily look around for colleagues to experience a new feeling.
The shop owner recommended it. The Lapsang Souchong that was given to Mary before was a little more expensive, costing more than a hundred yuan per tael. It was not used as daily rations, and was enough to entertain other people. There is no need to buy a tea set this time. The one I bought before will last for a while and I will replace it later. I also bought some Longjing tea that can be brewed into glass cups, and I usually drink it by myself.
Having already spent money to buy tea, naturally I need some after-sales service from the boss. Jimmy is learning how to make black tea from the boss. The boss is very generous and directly uses the same Lapsang Souchong that Jimmy bought to teach him. The first time he makes the tea is to wash it. I started tasting tea from the second brew, when a Chinese girl walked in from outside.
"Uncle De, how are you doing now?" The girl didn't care about the guests when she came in and shouted directly to the boss.
The boss who was called "Uncle De" frowned and looked at her: "Don't you see any customers? Get out."
Jimmy also turned his head and looked over. Well, she was a nice-looking Chinese girl. She had long straight black hair, an oval face, and quite big eyes. She was just not very tall, only about 160cm, and she was on the thin side.
"Tch, I'll show you the plastic surgery effect, and you're still not happy about it. Just leave." The girl said, shook her head, and turned around to leave.
Well, I thought she was a gentle girl when she stood silent, but it turns out she has a very explosive temper.
Uncle De said sorry and continued to teach Jimmy how to clean the tea set. While Jimmy was studying, he thought about something that seemed to have happened just now, and then forgot about it after thinking about it for a while.
"Uncle De, who was that just now?" Jimmy picked up the cup of the third shot. The store owner, Uncle De, taught the complete process, so he naturally wanted to let Jimmy experience the taste of every brew. And because Uncle De's ancestral home is in the north, there is no problem with Mandarin. Their communication has always been in Mandarin.
"Hey, my brother's daughter, I don't know what to think, but she likes those celebrities and insists on having plastic surgery to look like them. She is such a good girl, why doesn't she go to school? She thinks about these messy things all day long." Uncle De sighed. The older generation couldn't stand the children of today. Jimmy looked young, but polite, and didn't seem to have the shabby habits of those people on the street. That's why he was so patient. Teach him, otherwise he is just an ordinary customer, who would go to such trouble to teach.
"Did she have plastic surgery? I really didn't notice it. It seems like she has a good foundation." Jimmy also shook his head. He had seen too many film and television stars in his previous life, and he had also seen too many of these oval-shaped faces, and there was nothing particularly stunning about them. place.
Plastic surgery, change, Diego is a plastic surgeon, no, there is a loophole in the previous speculation.
Jimmy suddenly remembered the thought that had just passed through him. It was this. The reason why Diego was killed might not be drug trafficking or entertaining other people to take drugs in his studio, but his craft. Could it be one of his customers? Come and kill him after plastic surgery?
Plastic surgery failed, ruined the client's appearance, and found a killer to kill him for revenge? Or if the plastic surgery is successful, in order to prevent others from discovering what he looked like before the plastic surgery, kill him and silence him? It's possible.
Jimmy calmly drank the fifth tea. It was already very light at this time, and the color of the tea was only a slight light yellow. Uncle De said: "You see, the Lapsang Souchong is brewed normally. The brewing time is almost over, and the subsequent flavor will be much lighter, so if you entertain guests, it is best to clean the teapot and tea utensils after the fourth brewing, and start over, so as not to give the guests a bad impression."
Jimmy nodded: "Thank you, Uncle De, I understand. I have something else to do tonight, so I won't interrupt. Goodbye."
Jimmy took the tea, turned around and left the tea shop, came to the public parking lot, got in the car and went home.
It's already night now, and Chuck and the others are not bad at solving cases. Let's go to the police station to find him tomorrow. This case is interesting, so we can solve the case together if we have nothing to do. Now there are three directions, drug trafficking, plastic surgery failure, plastic surgery success, it depends on which of the three directions is the most likely.
With the new clues, Jimmy was also energized. He went straight to the police station early the next morning. Chuck was still at the police station and did not go out to look for clues. Good news. Jimmy told his guess, and Chuck Bian also brought a list of evidence, and Jimmy and Chuck checked it out. There was no case file of Diego here.
Chuck frowned. He must have gone to his studio during the previous investigation. If he didn't get it back, it's still a question of whether he could find it in the past.
Chuck put the evidence list back on the table, picked up the clothes and took Jimmy to Diego's studio. Fortunately, the studio has been closed since Diego's death, and no one has touched the contents. Speaking of which, it has been 2 weeks, and Diego's family is still immersed in grief and is not in a hurry to clean up Diego's things.
Chuck and Jimmy entered the studio, and instead of looking for them themselves, they were waiting for someone. The front desk had already contacted them in advance, and she would come over later to help get the information.
Jimmy also took a look. There was no surveillance inside the studio or in the corridor outside. It seemed that if there was information, it would still be troublesome to find someone.
By the way, Diego has really good taste. The girl at the front desk is very beautiful. She looks about 30 years old, Hispanic, with wheat-colored skin and long dark hair with slightly curly ends.
Opening the filing cabinet in Diego's office, he took out the case files, "Strange, there is a file folder missing." The girl said to herself while rummaging around the office.
Chuck: "What's going on? When is the file missing?"
Girl: "There should be three case folders here, but now there are only two. The latest one currently in use is gone. It should have been recorded since the middle of last year."
Chuck and Jimmy looked at each other. It seemed that the problem lay here. "Look again. Also, is the reservation information here still there?"
Girl: "Yes." She took out a register from the filing cabinet, handed it to Chuck, and then continued to look for the latest case file.
In the end, they still couldn't find the case folder and had no choice. It seemed that the cases in the case folder should be the targets Chuck and the others were looking for, but fortunately, the information in the register was still there.
Jimmy returned to Federal Plaza, and Chuck returned to the police station with the registration book. They had more manpower there, so they could find all the registration information, and then compare it with the system to determine the corresponding person. Jimmy will not be involved in this troublesome matter. He has found out the key information in this case. There is no need to handle everything by himself.
The long week is coming to an end. Jimmy packs his things and prepares to go home. It's time to relax at the weekend. It's been a long time since he went out for a walk to relax. After getting his own apartment, Jimmy spends significantly more time at home than before.
When I was in Little Rock, it was normal to go out for a walk after get off work. Even if I had nothing to do, just go and kill time. After coming to New York, I seemed to have the same cautious feeling as when I was just reborn. Jimmy was not that cautious. He travels frequently, and after buying his own house, he became more of a homebody.
After going home and having a simple dinner, Jimmy changed his clothes and went out. There is a speakeasy bar not far from his house. I have been there once before and it felt pretty good. Except for the different decoration and structural environment, the place unexpectedly reminded Jimmy of Justin's Camlite Bar and the underground bar of the Continental Hotel.
The difference is that their two bars have live singers, while this one only plays music. Maybe it was the wrong time. Jimmy didn't see the resident singer, but he did have a small performance stage.
In a dark environment, there is a row of special chandeliers above the bar, which only illuminate part of the bar. The lights on the surrounding walls are also very dim. There is also a small lamp imitating a candle on the table next to it, but the brightness in the bar is enough. People can clearly see the passages and tables and chairs, so they don’t have to worry too much about bumping into them.
Most of the people who came here were two or more people, and they all sat directly at the table area next to them. There were not many people at the bar. Jimmy sat in front of the bar and ordered a special honey ginger cocktail that was limited to that day. Slowly consume leisure time.
It didn't take long for the bar to be almost full. There were still a lot of people coming to the bar to have a drink and chat in the evening in New York. Although there were a lot of people, it wasn't particularly noisy. Jimmy was still very satisfied. This place could become a The future base will have a good environment, and the key is not far from his apartment.
After a while, three more girls came in. They took a look at the situation and went straight to the seat next to Jimmy. Unfortunately, there were only two seats left, and only one person could stand between them, with their arms on the bar. Leaning against the bar, the three of them chatted in low voices.
Jimmy looked at them with amusement. When he came, he saw security guards at the door. They kept statistics on how many empty seats there were in the bar. Normally, they wouldn't let more people in. It was too much to stand without a seat. It affects the guests' mood. It's better to wait outside than to come in without a seat, and I don't know how they got in.
After taking a sip of wine, he suddenly found that the unlucky girl standing in the middle seemed familiar, and tentatively called out: "Nia? Nia Miller?"
Nia turned to look at Jimmy. She frowned and looked at Jimmy. She didn't expect that when she went out to play with her friends, she ran into someone she knew.
"Hi, Agent Jimmy." Nia changed her frown to a smile and greeted Jimmy.
Jimmy raised his glass and touched it lightly with her: "Is it really you, your friend?"
Nia nodded: "My old classmate." The girls next to Nia also glanced at Jimmy, and then the three of them touched their heads and whispered something, and laughed softly together, looking very happy.
It was normal for the police to come to the bar after get off work. Since Nia came here with her friends, Jimmy did not disturb them. He reached out to flip the ancient horse racing game board next to him and watched the spinning horses gradually stop. Someone left nearby, leaving a round table free, and Nia and the others also changed their positions and sat there.
Jimmy ordered another glass of penicillin. Well, speaking of naming the cocktail like this, I don't know whether to say that the bartenders are not creative or too creative. It is made with a slightly sweet and spicy whiskey base, which Jimmy usually drinks. The whiskey has a completely different flavor.
After a while, at the invitation of Nia and the others, Jimmy also moved there. Two of Nia's old classmates, both models, came to participate in New York Fashion Week. It seemed that the quality of the girls in Nia's school was very high.
Jimmy chatted with them for a while, then said goodbye and left the bar. Unfortunately, they came and went alone.
On Monday, Jimmy received a call from Chuck after going to work and came to the police station. Chuck took Jimmy to the conference room, where Nia was already operating the projector.
Nia: "We have used the reservation information of Diego Studio to check the reservation information of more than 100 customers in the past six months. We have confirmed the information of most of them. At the same time, there are a few people who have not found any information in the system. , the phone number left was also an anonymous phone number.
This is the surveillance we got corresponding to the scheduled time from the surveillance at the entrance of the building. Since the previous surveillance videos have been destroyed, there are only videos from the last month. "
Jimmy nodded, and Nia continued to play the surveillance video. Several people who used anonymous phones and whose true identities were not found based on the reserved information searched for the entry and exit videos before and after the corresponding time points in the surveillance video.
Since there were many people coming in and out of the building, they were not sure who went to Diego's studio. After watching the two surveillance videos, Jimmy waved his hand and told Nia to pause the video.
Jimmy looked at Chuck: "Chuck, there's no point in checking the surveillance like this. Diego is a plastic surgeon, that is, he did the surgery there. When he left, he was usually wrapped in bandages, and you couldn't see what they looked like at all. .As for what they looked like when they arrived, it’s not of much reference.”
Chuck nodded: "One more thing. What I'm worried about is that if this person came to shoot Diego after plastic surgery, it means that he has recovered. Including the recovery period, it may be more than a month. The surveillance video we have now It was completely impossible to photograph him."
Jimmy: "Yes, so I have an idea. We directly check the surveillance video after Diego's death. The gunman must have come to get the file as soon as possible. In theory, he only needs to look at the surveillance video a few days after Diego's death, and then From the time Diego died to when we got the file, two weeks passed. This time span is too big. Let’s identify the people in the video in stages. I think this may also require building security personnel. Work with the staff to identify other people in the video. People working in the building can be excluded temporarily and prioritize investigating people they don't know."
Chuck nodded and looked at Nia, "Nia, please contact the property management staff of the building and ask them to come to the police station to assist in the investigation."
Nia nodded, packed up the files on the table, and then left the conference room.
(End of chapter)
