Tom definitely didn't pay attention to Veronica just because she saved him. Good guy, Jimmy just listened to his introduction to Veronica's birthplace and cemetery, as well as some of her personal habits. For more than an hour, although there are some things about the original owner of Jimmy mixed in here, most of them are about Veronica.
If you were just grateful, the most you could do was take care of Veronica's son. There were really many details in this investigation.
If Jimmy hadn't been smart enough, he would have been confused. Veronica's life is too rich, and it involves confidential content. Tom will not tell Jimmy about it. The focus is on various travels to and from Europe and the last few years of living in the United States.
In addition, some things about Jimmy's predecessor were added, but not much, because Tom was not familiar with it either. When he started to contact Jimmy, Veronica was already arranging for him to enter the CIA. At that time, Veronica had been diagnosed with cancer, so she had to give the child a stable place.
After spending so many years in the CIA, she believed that Jimmy would enjoy some care after her death. But she didn't expect that Jimmy would be dead before she graduated from the training camp. If Tom hadn't been paying attention, Jimmy wouldn't have been able to enjoy the care of others even if he hadn't been killed by Greg.
Fortunately, now that Greg has been killed, at least no one is watching Jimmy's back. If his departure from the CIA goes smoothly, Jimmy can fish in the public affairs office with peace of mind, and then wait for a year to return to the field department, maybe.
After looking at the time, Tom stood up: "Get ready, let's go."
Jimmy stood up, arranged his clothes, and put all the things on the bed back into his suitcase. After thinking about it, he picked up the photo album, took a color photo of Veronica from it and put it into his wallet, " I’ll bring a photo, is that okay?”
Tom nodded: "I made a mistake. Under normal circumstances, it is the habit of many people to put family photos in their wallets. You did a good job."
Jimmy smiled and opened his wallet. There was a photo of Nia inside, "I carry a photo of my fiancée with me, so I remembered it."
Tom: "Okay, let's go."
Jimmy and Tom came to the parking lot. Tom did not drive his car, but sat directly in Jimmy's car. The two of them left the hotel and headed for Virginia.
It was already evening when we set out, and it was already dark when we arrived near the woods cabin of Mrs. Waltz, Virginia Tom’s teacher.
The location of the wooden house is relatively hidden. Although there is a road leading there, it is not a highway, but a small dirt road. If Tom hadn't pointed the way, Jimmy would definitely not have turned the road into the woods.
Jimmy opened his mind after dark. This was also his habit of driving at night. The range that he could see with his visual vision was too small. After he turned into the alley, he looked both ways. It was too easy to ambush someone in this environment, "Tom, does anyone else here know?"
Tom: "Of course, Mrs. Waltz is not completely reclusive. The higher-ups in the bureau must know it."
Jimmy: "Will anyone be here to protect her?"
Tom: "What did you find?"
Jimmy: "The environment here is too easy to arrange an ambush. If a team enters the woods, the cabin in the forest will definitely be demolished, and no one outside will find it."
Tom: "Don't worry, they have security forces arranged by the bureau. Although it's not much, it's enough as long as there are no special circumstances."
Jimmy said nothing more and continued to drive. After he turned the corner, he found someone hiding in the woods, but there were only two people, and they were not far away. It seemed that there should be an open whistle and a hidden whistle.
This was what he asked Tom just now. He didn't know who these two people were, but he certainly couldn't go directly to the woods to kill them in front of Tom. That would be too much.
Continuing to drive forward, he saw more people. Two other people were staring at them from a distance, and they didn't look like they were going to take action. A wooden house appeared in his field of vision in the distance. It looked quite small. It was not a holiday cabin. It looked a bit like a villa in the forest.
There was a car parked outside the wooden house. Jimmy parked the car behind the car. He decided to go and have a look. If these people really wanted to attack the people in the wooden house, it would be more troublesome for him in the house, so he might as well go in advance. To figure it out, "Tom, you get out of the car and go into the house first, and I'll go clean up next to it."
Tom: "What did you find?"
Jimmy: "There are people in the woods, not sure how many there are and why. I want to take a look."
Tom: "No, wait for me in the car and hide."
Tom got out of the car, straightened his clothes and walked towards the cabin. Jimmy looked at the house in the car. There were four people in the wooden house, two people in the living room, and two people in the inner room, which looked like a study.
Tom knocked on the door, and a young man came out of the living room, opened the door, and welcomed Tom in. Then Tom came to the door of the study, knocked on the door, and entered the study.
Soon, he left the study and came to the door, waved to Jimmy, Jimmy got out of the car, glanced at the woods behind the cabin, and came to the door of the cabin.
Tom waited for Jimmy to come to him and whispered: "There are indeed people around, but they are all bodyguards, no problem."
Jimmy nodded, and it was pretty much what he thought. From the looks of it, their positions were for external defense and monitoring. If they really wanted to attack the cabin, they must have dispersed near the cabin.
Walking into the cabin with Tom, the two men in the living room did not look like the people Jimmy and the others wanted to meet. One was young and the other looked slightly more mature.
Tom took Jimmy to the study, knocked on the door, "Please come in."
Tom: "Mrs. Waltz, that's Jimmy."
Jimmy followed Tom and stood there, an old lady in a wheelchair and another old man sitting in a chair next to her.
Mrs. Waltz: "Sit down, Tommy. Is this Jimmy? A very energetic young man, but he doesn't have much in common with Veronica."
After Tom and Jimmy sat down opposite Mrs. Waltz and the old man, they said: "If Veronica hadn't taken him to the training camp herself, I wouldn't have believed she would have a Chinese son. This is really surprising, but This is true."
Jimmy looked at the two old men present with a blank expression. He had considered before that there was no need to be too enthusiastic because he was completely unfamiliar with them and had never met them before, but there was no need to be too cold and give them that way. People feel very bad, just treat them normally.
Mrs. Waltz: "Well, it doesn't matter. Jimmy, I think Tom should have told you about your grandpa."
Jimmy nodded: "Mother has never talked about grandpa."
Mrs. Waltz sighed: "Hey, it's normal for her not to say anything. Her father was indeed a bit too much of an asshole back then, not just her, but her mother as well."
Mrs. Waltz looked at the old man next to her: "Andrew, this is Harry Anderson's grandson. You should remember his little daughter Veronica, right? This is her son."
Old man Andrew: "Well, I have an impression. I think this is what you meant by asking me to come over. Harry still has blood left. Okay, very good."
Mrs. Waltz: "Well, I think after so many years, you should have investigated it clearly, right?"
Andrew nodded: "Harry's family, hey, Greg went too far. No matter what personal grudge he had with Harry, what he did went too far."
Mrs. Waltz: "When I found out before, it was already too late. There was nothing I could do. I couldn't save other people."
Andrew: "I heard that he had an accident before, in Washington DC."
Mrs. Waltz: "Well, there are no results of the investigation yet. There are too few clues, and he has offended too many people."
Andrew waved his hand: "Let's not talk about him anymore." He looked at Jimmy, "Jimmy, right? Tell me, how did you get here all these years."
Jimmy looked at Andrew, then turned to look at Mrs. Waltz: "Mrs. Waltz..."
Mrs. Waltz waved her hand: "I am your grandpa's friend, just call me granny."
Jimmy changed his name smoothly: "Grandma Waltz, you know that my identity is relatively sensitive, who is this?"
Andrew: "Your grandpa and I are brothers who served in the same army, and later joined the DIA together, so don't worry, just call me Andrew."
Seeing Mrs. Waltz nodding, Jimmy said, "Grandpa Andrew."
Jimmy said hello, and then began to tell what he heard about Jimmy's previous life in the afternoon, "I have been moving around with my mother since I was a child. We lived in Utah and Montana for the longest time, and also lived in Virginia for a while. .
Ten years ago, my mother asked me to join a training camp, but it was not until I was participating in the training that I learned that she had died of cancer.
Tom was a friend of my mother's and he had been coaching me at camp and then hibernating from the end of camp.
I first worked as a peace officer in Arkansas for two years. Then by chance, I was recommended by someone in the FBI and joined the FBI. Now I have settled in New York. In the past few years, my life has been relatively simple, just handling cases. "
Mrs. Waltz: "Have you never been to Langley before?"
Jimmy nodded: "The training camp did not have a CIA mark. In fact, I didn't know that my mother had signed me up until the end of the training. It was then that Tom told me my identity and that I was about to be placed in hibernation waiting for activation instructions. "
Mrs. Waltz: "Have you never done any tasks?"
Jimmy shook his head: "No, my file should be clean."
Mrs. Waltz nodded, she glanced at Andrew, and then at Jimmy: "Has your mother ever told you about your father?"
Jimmy shook his head: "No, I have never seen him, and there are no Asians in the photos at home. I once asked, but she didn't mention it, just said it was a beautiful mistake."
Mrs. Waltz: "I haven't seen her for decades. When I first knew her, she was not yet an adult. Oh, poor child, she got cancer and died early."
Jimmy glanced at Tom, who reached into his suit pocket and took out his wallet, opened it and took out the two photos inside. After taking a look, Jimmy handed Veronica's photo to Mrs. Waltz.
Mrs. Waltz did not look at the photo after taking it, but looked at the other photo in Jimmy's hand, "Who is that girl?"
Jimmy was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the photo of Nia in his hand and handed it to Mrs. Waltz. "This is my fiancée. I proposed to her some time ago. We are discussing when to hold the engagement ceremony."
Mrs. Waltz looked at the photo and nodded, "A very beautiful little girl, not bad." She picked up Veronica's photo again, "Well, it is indeed her. She will become even more beautiful when she grows up. "
Mrs. Waltz gave the photo to Andrew and continued to look at Jimmy: "Is this the reason? This girl."
Jimmy nodded, "I've been in the FBI for several years, and I'm used to this kind of life. The key is, I'm about to have a family of my own."
Andrew handed the photo back to Jimmy, "What are you talking about?"
Mrs. Waltz said with a smile: "Jimmy was arranged to enter the CIA by Veronica, and now he wants to leave."
Andrew looked at Jimmy: "Why?"
Jimmy: "I just don't want her and her family to find out that I'm double-faced. I want to have a normal family."
Andrew: "What's the difference? It's just a job."
Jimmy looked at Andrew speechlessly, "CIA agents are different from FBI agents. I can't tell others calmly that I am a CIA field agent. It's too scary."
Andrew raised his voice: "Just don't tell them. This is how we have been here for decades."
Jimmy was speechless. This Andrew has also been doing intelligence work for decades, and he may have some fixed mindset: "Grandpa Andrew, this is no longer the period of the Cold War and the Vietnam War. The key is that my public identity is a senior FBI agent. , these two professions are in conflict.”
Mrs. Waltz stopped Andrew's next words, "I can understand, Andrew, now that the children have grown up, they can decide their own future."
Andrew sighed: "He is like this, and my grandson is like this too. He doesn't even want to join the Ministry of Defense. If I didn't force him, he wouldn't even want to go to the army."
Mrs. Waltz: "Yes, they all have their own ideas now. We are old and can't keep up with the times."
Mrs. Waltz glanced at the women's watch on her wrist. She looked at Tom: "Tommy, I called Thomas over. There are still 20 minutes. You can stay in the next room for a while."
Andrew: "Thomas Nolan?"
Mrs. Waltz nodded, "Yes."
Andrew: "Tommy, come with us, I don't want to see him."
Tom nodded, Andrew stood up and left the study with Tom. Jimmy turned to watch them leave. Mrs. Waltz patted the chair next to her, "Sit over here, child, and tell me how you have lived these years." .”
Jimmy didn't refuse. He got up and went to the chair where Andrew was sitting before, dragging him to sit next to Mrs. Waltz.
Tom had already introduced Mrs. Waltz to Jimmy before. She was a former deputy director of the CIA, and she was a woman. It was rare for women to sit in high positions during the Cold War. From this, we could judge how powerful this old lady was.
Sorry, this one is late.
(End of chapter)
