Jimmy waited in the hospital for a while, and Hughes brought two people over, "Jimmy, is he awake?"
Jimmy: "Ryan is still unconscious and has not woken up. What's going on?"
Hughes: "The specific situation will not be known until he wakes up. I have already asked people at the Brooklyn-Queens Field Office, and others still don't know which case he is working on."
Jimmy: "Okay, the doctor said it will take a few hours. I'll just wait here."
Hughes came to the window and looked inside. After a while, he didn't look back and said directly: "You guys wait here. Jimmy, Ryan wakes up and asks what's going on."
Jimmy nodded, "Okay. Who handles the investigation of the shooting scene?"
Hughes: "People from the field office have been arranged to investigate. If you get the information here, go and investigate."
Jimmy: "Got it."
Hughes turned and left. The two people who came with him did not leave, but stayed and sat outside the ward.
Jimmy was not in the mood to say hello to these two unknown people. They must be agents from the office, but he had never met them.
More than an hour later, Ryan woke up. The nurse called a doctor to check and make sure that he was in good condition for questioning. Then Jimmy was allowed to go in. The two doormen waited outside.
Ryan was still lying down. He had been shot once in the abdomen and right chest. His head was also wrapped in a bandage. It seemed that his head was also injured and he probably couldn't lean on the head of the bed.
Ryan: "Jimmy, why are you here?"
Jimmy: "Ryan, what are you doing now? Others are investigating. I'll stay here until you wake up."
Ryan: "It's okay. How's Derek doing?"
Jimmy: "Sorry, no rescue."
Ryan coughed, closed his eyes and cursed softly.
Jimmy: "What the hell happened? Keep it short, just the highlights."
Ryan: "Two days ago, a friend of mine and her family had a car accident. A pickup truck hit the car where she and her husband were taking their son to school at the intersection near her home. Her husband and son died soon after they were sent to the hospital. She was pronounced dead and she was very lucky to survive.
The pickup truck was stolen, and the driver ran away after the collision. There was no surveillance at the intersection, and no one around could recognize the driver.
She thought it might not be an accident, but someone deliberately attacked them.
I went to the intersection where the accident happened to investigate, and when I was visiting people around me, I was attacked from inside the house. "
Jimmy: "Location, shooter characteristics."
Ryan: "East 51st Street in Brooklyn, I can't remember the house number. The shooters were two people, one black and one suspected to be black, mixed race or Mexican. I didn't see clearly, but I can rule out whites and Asians. They used It was a semi-automatic pistol with an extended magazine, and many shots were fired. I was shot first and then lost consciousness."
Jimmy: "Do they have any facial features? What clothes are they wearing? How tall are they?"
Ryan: "The black male is about 180cm tall, almost bald, with only a little hair. I can't remember other features. The other person only saw slightly curly hair and didn't notice anything else."
Jimmy: “OK, I need you to think about the following questions for a while before answering them. Of course, you don’t have to answer them.
who is she? Why would she think a traffic accident was a deliberate murder? What is her and her family's identity? What is your relationship with her? Has this case been reported to the bureau? "
Ryan coughed twice: "The identities of her and her family are protected, so you don't need to delve into it."
Jimmy nodded: "I understand, so this case was not reported, right?"
Ryan: "Yes."
Jimmy: "If it was intentional murder, are there any suspects?"
Ryan: "Give me the phone and call Hughes."
Jimmy took out his cell phone from his pocket and called Hughes: "Hughes, Ryan is awake and he wants to talk to you."
After Hughes agreed, Jimmy put the phone to Ryan's ear and stretched his arms to avoid it. Ryan: "Hughes, I'm awake. ...The Thompsons. Yes, it's possible. ...No. ...Understood. Jimmy, Hughes wants you to go back to the office to find him first."
Ryan signaled to Jimmy, who took the phone back and took a look. Hughes had already hung up the phone. He put away his phone and said, "Okay, Ryan, I'll go back to see Hughes first. You have a good rest."
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In Hughes' office, Jimmy knocked on the door and closed the door.
Jimmy: "Hughes, what's going on?"
Hughes handed Jimmy a portfolio. This was not Jimmy's usual case file folder, but a brown paper portfolio.
Jimmy frowned and opened the file bag, took out the information inside and looked through it.
The Department of Justice's Federal Witness Protection Program, damn it, that's what happened, no wonder Ryan didn't tell Jimmy about the victim's situation.
A couple brought their son to New York from San Francisco. They had new names. The wife was Carmen Thompson, the husband was Jack Thompson, and the son was Nathan Thompson.
Jimmy: "Hughes, Ryan is their supervisor?"
Hughes nodded: "This couple identified a drug dealer boss who led people to kill people and dump their bodies. According to the arrangements of the Marshall Plan, they came to Brooklyn from San Francisco. It has been less than a year. They originally waited until they passed the adaptation period. Witness protection was revoked after that, but I didn’t expect Ryan and the others to be attacked.”
Jimmy: "You mean the drug dealer did it?"
Hughes: "It cannot be ruled out. I have just sent people to the San Francisco Prison to investigate. According to the results of the trial, the drug dealer is still in prison."
Jimmy: "Ryan said the shooters were two people, one was black, with very little hair close to bald, and the other was suspected to be black mixed race or Mexican, with darker skin, slightly curly hair, and was holding a semi-automatic pistol with what appeared to be an extended magazine."
Jimmy paused for a moment, but decided to speak out about the direction he was considering on the road, "I have an idea. The people who attacked Ryan and the people who attacked the Thompson family may not be the same group of people."
Hughes: "Well? Tell me what you think."
Jimmy: "The pickup truck accident that attacked the Thompson family happened two days ago. Carmen, who survived, had left the hospital and returned home. If it was really arranged by drug dealers, then they should have monitored her around her home, not even It is ruled out using other means to attack Carmen.
Ryan and the others were investigating near the car accident, mainly to track down the driver of the pickup truck. The gunman was also nearby. They were very far away from Carmen's house. If they were targeting the Thompson family, their location was unreasonable.
I suspect that Ryan and the others were just unlucky and knocked on the door of a gangster or criminal with a warrant. Calling the FBI outside the door probably irritated the people inside the house. They were worried about being caught, so they shot and attacked Ryan and the others at the door. "
Hughes: "That makes sense. You go and follow up. The scene of the shooting is being investigated by Senior Agent Lauren Taylor of the Field Office. You go to him directly and take over the case if necessary."
Jimmy: "Let him investigate. I'll ask for the results of the investigation, and then we'll move forward together. You also let me know about the drug dealers here, and we'll follow up on multiple clues together."
Hughes: "Just make your own judgment and go ahead."
Jimmy asked Hughes to get Senior Agent Lauren Taylor's phone number, then turned back to his office. To officially go out to handle a case, you still need to be fully prepared. Jimmy went back to the office, carried the equipment bag downstairs, and drove the equipped Saab class car to Brooklyn.
Arriving at 51st Street and looking at the surrounding environment, Jimmy finally knew why they were both shot at the same time.
The two sides of the road here are not high-rise apartments, but two-story buildings next to each other. If Ryan and the others want to ask the residents here, they must be outside the main entrance. Although they are not completely opposite the door, they are also there. Within the fan-shaped area, the people inside could shoot them both.
If it is a high-rise apartment, they will stand in the corridor and knock on the door. No matter whether two people are on the left or on the same side, it will be difficult to shoot two people in the house. The angles are different, and the wall at the door of the high-rise apartment is generally load-bearing. There is basically no hope of penetrating a wall with a pistol.
A cordon has been set up at the scene, and there are several NYPD patrol officers blocking the scene. There are also several people investigating and collecting evidence at the door and inside the house, and there are still some people watching around.
"FBI." Jimmy flashed his ID and walked into the cordon, "Who is Agent Lauren Taylor?"
"Who are you?" A middle-aged white man was standing at the door. When he heard someone calling from behind, he turned to look at Jimmy.
Jimmy: "Manhattan office, Jimmy Young."
Taylor: "Oh, you are Jimmy, I know you." He stretched out his hand to shake Jimmy's hand, "Hughes arranged for you to take charge of this case? Okay, very good."
Jimmy shook his head, "You still have to investigate the case, but give me the clues at the same time, and I will investigate at the same time, so it won't affect you."
Taylor nodded and understood. Who didn't understand what it meant to ask him to do this? No problem, you can do whatever you want. The shooting of a colleague is a big deal in any department. Sharing the same hatred and hatred is a must.
Taylor: "We haven't gained much. We found some fingerprints in this house and have sent them back for investigation. The number is quite large. There is no feedback yet.
After shooting Ryan and the others, the gunman probably grabbed something urgently from the house and ran out. Most of it was normal when we arrived, but both bedrooms were a bit messy.
No weapons or identification documents were found inside the house. There were a few bullet casings on the floor, but the number did not match the number of shots that Ryan and Derek had been shot at. They probably took away a few shell casings, but they probably didn't do it on purpose. There were so many shell casings on the ground. If they were just cleaning up, they shouldn't have been left behind.
This is a residential area and there is no surveillance. There is no way to determine the direction of their escape for the time being.
I have already inquired about several nearby residents. This house has been rented out and the landlord is not here. The house is rented to an agent, but they need to wait until they get home to look up the original agreement to confirm who it is rented to, which may take until the evening. "
Jimmy: "Are there any witnesses nearby?"
Taylor shook his head: "When we arrived, the place was already blocked by the NYPD. The surrounding houses had already asked, and no one saw what happened when the shooting occurred. They hid at home when they heard the gunfire and called The call to the police didn’t come out until the police arrived.”
Jimmy: "Don't they know any information about the residents here?"
Taylor: "I only know that there are two black people living here, but they basically have no communication. You can tell just by looking at both sides."
Jimmy looked around. Most of the people watching were white, and only a few were dark-skinned. Got it.
Jimmy: "Ryan said the person who shot them was a black man, a dark-skinned man, maybe mixed black or Mexican."
Taylor: "It should be them."
Jimmy: "Understood. Let me know when the bureau fingerprints it."
The two exchanged mobile phone numbers. Jimmy went directly to the street and looked around. There was basically nothing special about a street like New York. There were too many places for two people to run out of the house, and the traffic volume was not counted. It's small, and there's no surveillance, so there's no way to find clues.
Jimmy took out his cell phone and called Ruiz. He was the most reliable person.
Jimmy: "Ruiz, who's in charge of this place on East 51st Street in Brooklyn?"
Ruiz: "I don't know. I need to go back and check. What's wrong?"
Jimmy: "Don't you know? Ryan was shot in the field office. I was at the scene to investigate, but no one around was familiar with the tenants. There were two black people living here. I thought maybe some groups of people There might be some clues.”
Ruiz: "I know someone in the field office was shot, but I don't know the details. It's possible, but unlikely. They probably wouldn't say it even if they knew. Gang members sometimes Very sensitive about certain things.”
Jimmy: "Derek, Ryan's partner, he died. He was shot together with Ryan. Ryan is still in the ICU of the hospital."
Ruiz: "Fxxk!"
Jimmy: "Help me find the person responsible for this area, and I'll persuade them to cooperate."
Ruiz: "It's very messy over there. I'm not sure if I can find it. I may need to find a lot of people."
Jimmy: "It doesn't matter. You can contact more or less people. As long as you can find clues, everything else will be easy to tell."
Ruiz listened to Jimmy's voice, which was calm and without excitement. This was not like him at ordinary times. Thinking about his words again, he said, "I understand. I will now return to the office to check the information and wait for my news."
Jimmy actually had no friendship with the dead Derek, and didn't even have any chance to work together, but he still had enough empathy for his colleagues in the organization.
When I was a police officer, I had the thin blue line rule. Now that I am an FBI, I will naturally project this feeling onto my colleagues.
If it were an ordinary person, the most they would do is sigh with emotion or shed a few tears at the memorial service, but Jimmy is not an ordinary person. He has enough ability to do more for his colleagues.
