After waiting for nearly an hour, a cleaning company's truck stopped behind Jimmy's car, and two young Mexicans and an old bald white man got out of the car.
I don’t know if it’s the InterContinental Hotel’s rules, but it seems that every time I call to make a reservation, the people who come are a combination of one old and several young people. It’s the same configuration in several cities.
Jimmy got out of the car and waved hello, then opened the garage door, "Take care of the goods in the trunk, and if it's convenient, take this car away as well. It needs to be destroyed." He held a coin that he had prepared in advance. The coin was handed to the old man, "Thank you for your hard work."
The old man said with a smile: "It's an honor to serve you. Little guys, let's get to work."
Jimmy stepped back a little and watched as they entered the garage, half-closed the roller shutter, spread plastic sheeting and plastic wrap on the floor, and began to tidy up.
"Ding ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding." Jimmy walked out of the garage with the phone and answered the call, "Hey, I think I have no choice, I join. But I think we need to talk about the treatment."
Jimmy smiled: "No problem, I think we have enough time to talk about the future. See you later when I contact you."
Although the person on the other end of the phone didn't say his name, Jimmy could still recognize Dylan's voice.
Jimmy only asked about his intention before and did not say the reward he prepared for him, so judging from his current choice, even hell would be more acceptable than prison.
He chose to join without even negotiating remuneration. It seemed that the pressure Jimmy put on him during the evening conversation was a bit too much.
The garage was cleaned up, and the old man asked a young man to drive the car away before saying goodbye to Jimmy and leaving. Mahone's end was finally over, and he could rest assured that if the body was left in the trunk for another two days, it would be completely hidden.
Finally done, Jimmy drove back to the hotel. This house must be Mahone's safe house. Thinking about it, it seems that Jimmy does not have such a safe house yet, and it seems necessary to build one. But the housing prices in New York make my teeth hurt just thinking about it, so I’d better think about it again.
The price of a two-story detached house like this in New York is completely different from that in Chicago. Let alone a detached house, just Jimmy’s apartment. When I bought it more than two years ago, it cost more than 1 million. Buying a small detached house like this in the South Side of Chicago is completely different. I estimate that I can buy at least two of them, with a front lawn and a small yard at the back.
However, if you get one in the Bronx or Queens, it should be much cheaper, so you can consider it, and you also need to think about which status you will use to buy it.
These can be done slowly, and there is no big problem. If it doesn't work, the CIA backup identity Tom prepared for him is also a real fake identity and can be used directly.
That night, Mahone texted Jimmy, "Done."
It's crisp, no-nonsense, very good, and it shows just how capable Mahone really is in his long-time home of Chicago.
This was a gunfight in broad daylight, four people died, and it was done so quietly? Whether it is done officially or privately, it is not easy. Jimmy cannot achieve such results even in New York.
If the official wants to solve it, they need to at least get the medical examiner's office. They need to know that three people were killed by .357 Magnum bullets. The shape of the bullet holes and the wounds were completely different from his Glock. It will be difficult to make them ignore this. .
It would be more troublesome to do it privately. Jimmy had already seen the patrol officers arriving at the scene. This was equivalent to leaving a file in the dispatch center. If he wanted to get rid of the four bodies directly, the impact would not only involve one or two departments.
Now Jimmy relies more on the intercontinental hotel's ordering service to dispose of corpses. It's still not safe. He still needs to learn more about the methods of these veteran detectives.
Regardless of how Mahone handled it, Jimmy was also in trouble. He had no previous experience in building a team. Now that he had his first potential partner, he still had to find a way to give Dylan a suitable identity and environment. Otherwise, if he just went to New York and had nothing to do, something would happen sooner or later.
This is not a simple matter. It is not like independent cases in movies and TV shows, where a temporary warehouse is built. Now he has no way to keep Dylan in the warehouse.
There is no rush on Dylan's part, but he still needs to prepare in advance. He may not be the only one behind.
Jimmy was surfing the Internet with his laptop open, and his cell phone rang. He glanced at it and frowned, then answered the phone, "Hughes?"
Hughes: "Where are you?"
Jimmy: "Chicago."
Hughes: "Put down what you are doing and fly to Florida and Miami immediately. Let me know when your flight is confirmed and I will have someone pick you up at the airport and take you to Palm Beach."
Jimmy: "What happened?"
Hughes: "There was an armed attack on a seaside villa there. Dave Hudson, the deputy director of our office, was also at the scene and was shot. You go to assist Deputy Director Hudson. The specific tasks will be arranged by him."
Jimmy: "Understood, I'll book the tickets."
Hughes: "Pay attention to protecting yourself. There may be a lot of big names involved at the scene. Show more. This is an opportunity."
Jimmy: "I understand, thank you."
Jimmy immediately packed his luggage. Although he came to Chicago empty-handed, he still bought a lot of spare things in the past few days. After thinking about it for a while, Jimmy decided to go to Miami empty-handed.
Jimmy called to inquire about flights, but unfortunately, the last flight to Miami was leaving in only half an hour, and he had no time to rush to the Chicago airport.
After tapping the phone on his hand, Jimmy decided to spend more money to get it done. He had never rented a private jet and didn't know how to choose one. After thinking about it, Jimmy opened his address book and called the bank.
The voice of the customer service representative came over the phone: "Good evening, Mr. Yang, how can I help you?"
Jimmy: "I need to fly urgently from Chicago to Palm Beach, Florida. Please help me reserve a private jet. It will take off in about an hour."
Customer service: "Wait a moment."
Banks usually provide exclusive customer service or account managers for high-end cardholders, who can provide cardholders with professional services or other financial advice.
Jimmy has a large deposit in their bank. Compared with many people who have fixed assets, Jimmy has very few fixed assets, but a lot of liquid cash. Of course, he is a high-quality customer. He has always arranged dedicated customer service, but he uses it very often. few.
After a while, the reply from customer service arrived: "Mr. Yang, after waiting for a long time, we have found a private jet that can complete flight preparations in one hour. The basic quotation is 10,000 yuan, and you need to pay an additional 2,000 yuan for expedited service. Including crew wages, airport surcharges, insurance fees, etc., the total is US$12,000. Do you need help making a reservation?"
Jimmy: "OK, book it for me."
Customer service: "Okay, the order has been confirmed. Please go to DuPage Airport on the west side of Chicago. The captain will contact you."
Jimmy: "Thanks. Goodbye."
Jimmy carried his bag downstairs and checked out of the room, called Mahone, and drove to Mahone's home. Jimmy chose to fly to Miami empty-handed, so everything else needed to be left with Mahone. There were three black guns in his bag. They couldn't be thrown around casually. Two were "borrowed" from dealers on the street, and one was "borrowed" from dealers on the street. It was found on someone who was spying on Pam.
Jimmy rushed to the airport. Private airports were still much more convenient than commercial flights. Jimmy simply confirmed his order, got on the plane and took off.
Jimmy called Hughes to inform him that he had chosen to fly to Palm Beach on a private jet, which still left Hughes in a knot.
He just wanted Jimmy to show his face and express himself in front of the senior management. If there was no flight at night, it was okay to fly there in the morning. It was just a few hours away, so it was not a big deal.
Now he flew over on a private plane overnight. This is not the way of an FBI agent at all. Since Jimmy went directly to Palm Beach, there was no need to arrange for someone to pick him up at the Miami airport.
More than three hours later, Jimmy got off the plane at Glades Airport in Palm Beach County. The taxi the rental company contacted was already waiting at the airport. After getting in the car, he rushed directly to the hospital.
Palm Beach is a world-renowned tourist resort and the most famous resort for billionaires. This is one of the most expensive areas for luxury homes in the United States. The average price of luxury homes is tens of millions of dollars. The homeowners here are truly either rich or wealthy.
Beautiful natural scenery, diverse cultures, and eye-catching social activities have made Palm Beach a popular tourist destination for tourists from all over the world. Of course, it is not ruled out that many people come to see the life of the rich.
It was close to two o'clock in the morning when Jimmy arrived at the hospital. He took out his ID and asked the nurse station to confirm his identity. Only then did he get Dave Hudson's ward number. It seemed that the confidentiality here was pretty good.
There was a police officer outside the ward. Jimmy showed his ID and saw Dave Hudson, the deputy director of the office, through the glass window on the door. He was lying on the hospital bed and had fallen asleep. There was a middle-aged lady resting on the accompanying bed next to him. .
Jimmy knocked on the door lightly. The lady accompanying him looked at the door, stood up and left the ward, "Who are you?"
Jimmy: "Ma'am, this is Jimmy Young from the FBI's Manhattan office. What is your name? How is Mr. Hudson doing now?"
Woman: "I'm Lucy, Dave's wife. I'm glad you came here. Dave was shot in the right shoulder and hasn't woken up since the surgery."
Jimmy: "Was Madam at the scene when the shooting happened? What happened there?"
Lucy: "We came to attend a fundraising dinner. At about 8 o'clock in the evening, gunfire rang out in the villa. Afterwards, the crowd was chaotic. Dave was shot. He and I hid aside and waited for the gunfire to end before the police arrived. Come to the hospital. I have no idea what happened, so I’d better wait until Dave wakes up and let him tell you.”
Jimmy: "OK, I'll wait here. If Mr. Hudson wakes up, please let me know."
Lucy nodded: "Thank you for coming here so quickly, thank you."
Jimmy: "You're welcome. I'm right outside the door."
Lucy returned to the ward. Jimmy found the nurse's station, took a folding chair and sat outside the ward with the policeman, waiting. They had already rushed over urgently, so naturally they had to show their attitude. Being a janitor was not the right thing to do. No matter what the big deal, leaving a good impression is the most important thing.
Isn't that why Hughes urgently notified him to come here? Normally, agents should be arranged to come over during the day tomorrow. By the time they arrived at the scene, it was already afternoon. Jimmy arrived 12 hours early. This expressed their attitude. Very concerned.
More than half an hour later, a nurse trotted over. Jimmy turned his head and glanced at the ward. Dave seemed to have woken up.
The nurse entered the ward and called the doctor. Jimmy watched from outside the door and they conducted some examinations and questions on Dave. After making sure that there was nothing wrong, he walked in.
Jimmy looked at Dave, "Mr. Hudson, this is Jimmy Young."
Dave looked at Jimmy in surprise: "Jimmy? You arrived so soon?"
Jimmy: "Yes, Hughes informed me urgently and I rushed over. How do you feel?"
Dave glanced over his right shoulder, "No problem, have you understood the case?"
Jimmy: "Not yet. I rushed to the hospital directly from the airport and haven't contacted the police yet. Mr. Hudson, what happened?"
Dave: "My wife and I came to attend a fundraising dinner. Everything was normal and nothing unexpected. Then there was a shootout in the villa and I was shot. The scene was chaotic. The number of gunmen was uncertain because of the number of people present. Many come with bodyguards.”
Jimmy: "What do I need to do?"
Dave: "No need to do anything for now, just wait, I need to contact someone to confirm."
Jimmy: "Okay, I'm right outside the door."
Dave nodded, Jimmy turned and left, and then Lucy came to Dave's bedside and held Dave's hand.
It was obvious that Dave was very surprised when he saw Jimmy. The distance between New York and Palm Beach was not close. It was definitely a surprise to see the detectives from his office arrive at the scene after being shot.
After closing the ward door, Jimmy couldn't hear what Dave and Lucy talked about outside. Their voices were very low, and Jimmy could only see the actions of the two people through his mind's eye.
This shooting is not that simple. This is Palm Beach, where there are many billionaires. If a gunfight occurs in a place like this, it is a big event regardless of whether anyone is killed or not.
It is not convenient for Jimmy to check the news now, and there is no TV to watch in the hospital, but it is estimated that the news should be out by now.
Jimmy looked at the policeman next to him, "What do you call him?"
Police: "Anthony Rodriguez, Palm Beach Police Department."
Jimmy: "Has there been any result from the investigation into the shooting?"
Anthony: "I don't know, I was just assigned to protect the victim."
Jimmy: "How many others are injured?"
Anthony: "Sorry, I can't disclose relevant information. You can contact the police station."
Jimmy nodded and stopped asking. On-site investigation was the job of the police detectives, and if it involved rich or famous people, it would be even more confidential. Let's wait for Dave's confirmation. This is not New York. There are not many things that Jimmy can participate in. Even if he wants to intervene in the case, he needs authorization.
(End of chapter)
