Jimmy made sure that Davis was no longer able to resist, and then spoke out his problem.
Davis was stunned when he heard Jimmy's question. He originally thought that the person coming was to deal with him, but why did the conversation turn to Tim?
Davis shook his head: "I don't know."
Jimmy: "We came to your house, found you, and then, you said you didn't know, did you plan to end it? Think about the two people upstairs."
Davis looked at Jimmy. Because of the angle, he needed to turn his head a little to the right, which was somewhat awkward. The person in front of me was wearing a beanie, sunglasses at night, a black mask covering his face, and gloves on his hands. He was very well prepared. Judging from these preparations, they did not intend to leave any clues here. , whether it was killing someone or leaving directly, this was definitely not the first time he had done something like this.
Davis: "I really don't know, I'm just in charge of things here in Houston."
Jimmy: "Don't lie to me. You also provide the goods from other places. Let's tell it honestly so we can all worry less." Jimmy took the pistol down and put it on his lap. The muzzle of the gun was still pointed at Davis. , "Or should I take off the mask? Let's be honest."
Davis said hurriedly: "No, don't. Just talk like that, I don't want to cause trouble."
Jimmy: "The people upstairs are not asleep yet. We don't have much time before she finds out. Let's be honest and don't waste each other's time."
Davis: "I don't know where Tim is now, but he was in Austin two weeks ago, and that's where I last saw him."
Jimmy: "How do you contact Tim? And, what is Tim's true identity?"
Davis lowered his head and was silent for a while, then looked up at Jimmy: "Will you let me go?"
Jimmy: "It depends on your choice. Everyone is responsible for their own actions."
Davis: "Let my family go and I'll tell you everything, everything."
Jimmy was silent for a while and nodded: "You are a smart man, I agreed."
Davis breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm not from Tim, I'm from Barrio, the boss of Azte, but Tim is responsible for delivering our goods. No one knows about Tim and Barrio I have investigated their real names and found that their names are all fake.
Tim's transportation mainly relies on trucks, and most of the time he uses a trailer to transport cars, two or three times a month.
I have a cellphone number of his that I can give you, but I really don't know where he is. "
Jimmy: "So where are you going to meet them? Tim and Barrio."
Davis: "Tim will call me to inform me of the place to meet. I have never been to his residence. Barrio is not in the country, but in Nuevo Laredo, on the border of Texas and Mexico. When I arrive, someone will take me there. I don’t know the exact location, but I’m guessing it’s in the suburbs because there are no city lights around that area at night.”
Jimmy: "Where's your warehouse and money?"
Davis shook his head: "I don't have a warehouse. When the goods arrive, I will directly arrange for the eagle to pick them up, which is the dead Louis. He will then package them and distribute them. The money is in the Goodson mini warehouse and the key is on the table. "
Davis had been resistant before, but now seemed very cooperative, and judging from his smooth reply, he seemed to have really given up, which made Jimmy feel a little unreal.
He took Davis' mobile phone from the table and asked him to point out the corresponding mobile phone number, and then memorized the number.
Jimmy sat on the couch and looked at Davis, wondering what to do with him.
Davis watched Jimmy thinking. He had already given up on himself, but suddenly he had some unrealistic hopes. He stared at Jimmy with wide eyes, waiting for Jimmy to speak.
Jimmy: "Mo, Morey. Do you have any last words you want me to convey?"
Davis' eyes that were originally widened fell silent for a moment, and he thought for a while: "Let my family go, they have nothing to do with my business, they don't know anything. Tell my daughter that I love her, and don't let her know. what did I do."
Davis took a deep breath: "Finally, can you take me out? I don't want them to wake up and see my body. Please, this is my last request."
Jimmy nodded, and Davis took a long breath, "Thank you, you are a good person, I believe in you Huaqing people."
Jimmy narrowed his eyes, "How do you know?"
Davis: "Chinese people who can do this must be from California. I just don't know if it's Los Angeles or San Francisco. Don't worry, I'm already dying. No one will know."
This is a smart man, with a lively mind, who values his family, not bad.
Jimmy stood up and took a briefcase from the bookshelf, emptied the contents, put the contents of Davis's safe into the briefcase, and picked up Davis' keys and wallet from the table, as well as the pistol under his table. , close the safe. Looking at the family photo on the table, the family of three were smiling happily. The little girl looked like she was only 4 or 5 years old.
"Let's go to your garage." Jimmy raised his gun to signal him to get up. Davis got up and came to the small door on the side of the living room. Jimmy opened the door, which led to their garage. There were two cars. Davis Signing for the keys in the box on the wall, then sitting in the back seat, Jimmy opened the garage door and drove away from the Davis home.
Going all the way north, he drove to the Spring River north of Houston. The river was surrounded by forests. Jimmy didn't find any buildings or people.
Jimmy got out of the car, walked to the river, and turned to look at Davis in the car. He was very quiet along the way and had no intention of escaping.
Although Jimmy has never been interested in drug dealers, and it is common for him to be dismissed casually when he encounters one, Davis is considered a senior cadre, and it seems a bit wasteful to kill him like this.
Jimmy took out his anonymous cell phone and dialed Lambert.
Although it was midnight, Lambert quickly answered the phone, "Who are you?"
Jimmy: "Is there a security number?"
Lambert recognized Jimmy's voice, "I'll get back to you."
A few minutes later, a phone call came, "It's time to talk."
Jimmy: "I caught Azter's person in charge in Houston, and he also provided the goods in Dallas. I have obtained the information I need. Do you want this person?"
Lambert was silent for a while: "Where are the people?"
Jimmy: "In his car, out in the wild."
Lambert: "What do you think?"
Jimmy: "See if you need it. Even a piece of toilet paper can be useful."
Lambert: "Your identity?"
Jimmy: "Triad killer from California."
Lambert: "Keep it, I will find someone to contact you. Can you handle it?"
Jimmy looked at Davis in the car: "Well, it's under control. He values his family very much."
Lambert: "Someone will call you later and hand the person over to him."
Jimmy nodded: "Understood."
Jimmy hung up the phone, came to the car and opened the rear door, "Get out of the car."
Davis moved out with a relaxed expression and walked to the front of the car. "Can you give me a cigarette? I smell smoke."
Jimmy looked at the tie on Davis' hand and saw it was still intact. He took out the cigarette case, took one out, put it in Davis' mouth, and lit it for him with a lighter.
Davis took a breath and exhaled the smoke, "Thank you, I want to say it again, you are a good man. Let's do it." After saying that, Davis turned his back to Jimmy and faced the river.
Jimmy looked at Davis's back and said, "Mo, you are a man, I can give you a chance."
Davis did not turn around: "No, as long as my family is safe. Let's do it."
Jimmy sighed: "At least I'll let you finish smoking without having to worry."
The two stood like this, one behind the other. After a while, Jimmy's phone vibrated and he answered the call, "Where are you?"
Jimmy: "North of the airport, by the Spring River."
"fifteen minutes."
The other person hung up the phone and Jimmy said to Davis: "Mo, turn around. You are a man. I made a decision for you to save your life."
Davis looked at Jimmy. In the dark environment, he couldn't see Jimmy's appearance, but he knew that even at night, Jimmy didn't take off his sunglasses when driving, and he still wore them now.
Davis: "Why?"
Jimmy: "Family, I appreciate your attitude towards your family. Someone will come to pick you up later."
Davis was silent, "Do you want me to be the mole?"
Jimmy: "No, in fact I don't know what will happen next. I am just a pistol, and what the hand holding the gun is willing to do is not something I can know.
I hope you can accept this kindness. Your daughter also needs a father to accompany her to have breakfast, send her to school, and protect her from wind and rain in the future. "
Davis didn't speak any more and stood thinking for a while. His legs softened and he fell to the ground, then struggled to sit up again.
Jimmy didn't reach out to pull him up, even if he was sitting on the ground.
After a while, Jimmy's cell phone rang again, and at the same time there was the sound of a car on the road. Jimmy walked a little further, and the phone led the car to the side.
A man got out of the car. The car didn't turn off and the headlights were still on.
He came to the front of the car and stood in front of Jimmy: "Where is he?"
Jimmy shook his head: "In front of the car, Mo Davis, real name Moray Davis. He's left to you."
The man nodded and came to Davis with Jimmy. He stretched out his hand to pull Davis up and walked to his car. Davis took two steps and then stopped. He turned to look at Jimmy and said "thank you", then turned again and followed the man into his car, and the car turned around and left.
Jimmy looked at Davis' car, drove directly back to Aldean, parked the car on the side of the road, cleaned up the traces, left with the briefcase, found his car and drove back to the hotel.
In the morning, Jimmy made a routine phone call to Nia to report that he was safe. After a while, he went out to have breakfast and went straight to Davis's warehouse. He had brought his keys over when he was packing his briefcase yesterday.
In the car, Jimmy called the Counterterrorism Bureau to see if Acting Director Caitlin had returned. Jimmy had called several times since her return to Langley, but had not come back, and he was at a disadvantage since he had not received Caitlin's personal phone number.
This time it was unexpected. After Jimmy called, the other party checked his identity and quickly informed him that the call would be transferred to him.
Caitlin: "Jimmy, what's the matter?"
Jimmy: "Ms. Prado, have you got any results from your investigation?"
Caitlin: "There is some progress, come and chat."
Jimmy: "Sorry, I'm not in New York right now. I'm on a business trip."
Caitlin: "Is there anything wrong with you calling me?"
Jimmy: "I want to ask you to help locate two mobile phone numbers."
Caitlin was silent for a few seconds: "ok."
Jimmy gave Tim's cell phone number, which he had gotten from Davis, and Scott Coleman's cell phone number in Albany, New York, and then said goodbye and hung up. The reason why we asked the Counter-Terrorism Bureau to investigate was because the FBI wanted to investigate the mobile phone number and needed to go through some procedures, and Jimmy was obviously inconvenient now.
Caitlin had indeed found out part of the information, and coupled with her own deduction, she also roughly understood why Jimmy was targeted, but there was really no way to explain it on the phone.
Looking at the number written on the paper, Caitlin picked up the pen and registered another number, got up and walked to the command center. As the acting director, she brought her own team with her when she came. Watson and Kerry had already left the Counter-Terrorism Bureau. As for where they were now, she was not concerned.
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Caitlin came to a female staff member and put the paper on her desk: "Linda, use these three numbers to investigate their locations."
Linda nodded, opened the system and entered the mobile phone number for positioning, and soon the locations of both numbers were found. Because the mobile phones corresponding to these two numbers are both powered on, it is much faster to locate the phone than a powered off mobile phone.
Caitlin looked at the locations on the monitor. Jimmy's number was in Houston, and the other two numbers were in Albuquerque and Hobbs, New Mexico.
Caitlin: "Print out the location and map." After that, she took out her mobile phone and called Jimmy.
Caitlin: "Jimmy, find a fax machine. Also, when will you be back?"
Jimmy: "I'm not sure yet."
Jimmy found a print shop and asked for a fax number to send to Caitlin. It was much easier to have a mobile phone number.
Jimmy waited for the fax to arrive, then took the map location and left the print shop. It seemed that the man hadn't dealt with Davis yet. Jimmy came to the warehouse, put a travel bag that Davis had packed into the trunk, and returned to the hotel. Jimmy looked at the other things in the warehouse and was right. He's of no use.
Sitting on the bed in the hotel, Jimmy looked at the several bags in front of him and was worried. He came out to do private work, but what to do with this pile of stuff?
After thinking about it, Jimmy decided to use special channels. He took out his anonymous mobile phone and called Justin, "Justin, can you come to Houston? I have a batch of goods that I need you to take back for temporary storage."
Justin's head hurt. It was his time to go to bed in the morning, but he suddenly received a call from Jimmy, and he was already angry when he got up. He even asked him to go to Houston.
Justin: "Is it urgent?"
Jimmy: "That's a lot."
Justin: "I'll give you a phone number. You can contact him to send it over."
Jimmy: "No, I can't trust other people with this stuff. Come give it a try."
Jimmy couldn't say it clearly on the phone. Although it was an anonymous call, he had investigated too many such calls and it was still too sensitive.
Justin thought for a moment: "Tomorrow, I'll make arrangements. I'll call you when I get there."
Jimmy originally planned to leave directly, but it seemed he would have to wait another day. He wouldn't worry about putting these things in a hotel room.
In the evening, Jimmy received a call from Caitlin and asked him to meet at the Hilton Hotel. Jimmy was actually a little confused. Caitlin was still in New York when he called in the morning. Why did she suddenly arrive in Houston?
Driving to the Hilton Hotel next to the Toyota Center Arena, Jimmy saw Caitlin in the restaurant wearing a business lady's suit. After all, Caitlin was definitely a beauty, but she was a bit older.
Caitlin asked Jimmy to sit down and ordered food. Caitlin handed Jimmy a USB flash drive.
Caitlin: "We have almost finished investigating your matter, and it is all on the USB flash drive. You can take a look when you go back."
Jimmy: "Thank you, I asked you to make a special trip."
Caitlin: "Of course I have other things to do."
Jimmy smiled: "By the way, why did you activate me in the first place?"
The smile on Caitlin's face remained unchanged: "It was just a small accident and it has been resolved."
After the meal, Caitlin just had a casual chat with Jimmy about daily life. It didn't involve any tasks or problems. Jimmy was probably in a confused state the whole time and kept responding.
No matter how you say it, Caitlin is a senior CIA executive and the acting director of the New York Counter-Terrorism Bureau. Who would believe that she just didn't have a meal and chat?
After returning to the hotel and confirming that no one had touched the room, Jimmy took the laptop he bought when he returned, plugged in the USB flash drive, and read the files inside.
