Jimmy hung up the phone and returned to Jones's side.
Jimmy normally carried two phones, one was an FBI-issued phone with a new number, which he would use during his time at the FBI, at least for now, and the other was his personal phone with the old number from the time in the small town.
There was another phone in the apartment, a burner phone for contacting Justin, which normally wasn't needed with him, and Jimmy had already communicated with Justin's side. Since he was no longer serving as a service provider, there probably wouldn't be any contact on that number.
As Jimmy watched Jones handling the surveillance footage, he wondered who wanted to meet him. Although he had lived in the small town for over two years, Jimmy actually didn't have many acquaintances apart from the police department and related brother units. It seemed there was nobody else who needed to reach him through James.
If he couldn't figure it out, then he would let it go. Since it was arranged through James, there definitely wouldn't be any problems. James was still reliable.
Peter came out of the office, walked downstairs, and approached Jones's seat, "Jones, how did you report the incident yesterday?"
Jones: "I called 911, why?"
Peter: "NYPD said there was a shootout yesterday, but there were no bodies or blood at the scene. They have already closed this case as a typical gang dispute."
Jimmy: "Impossible, I went in yesterday, there were a dozen on the first floor and several people died on the second and third floors, how could there be no bodies or blood?"
After Jimmy spoke, he suddenly froze. He remembered a service he had used before. Back when he was in Memphis, he had made a call to clean a gang leader's house.
Peter did not notice Jimmy's abnormal reaction, he just thought Jimmy was shocked, which was normal.
With a frown, Peter said, "No bodies and no blood, just reports of gunshots, no follow-up on this case. It indeed seems like the style of gangs, just eliminate the evidence, don't cause trouble for NYPD, and they handle their affairs internally without outsiders' interference.
This type of gang-related case has nothing to do with us. Since Raymond is already dead, there's nothing we can do. Let's continue to shelve Chris Spencer's case unless we have a clear lead that can lead us to Chris."
After Peter finished speaking, he turned and went back to the upstairs office.
Jones, looking at the surveillance video in front of him, wasn't in the mood to sort it out. It was no use, he decided to wrap it up.
Jimmy: "Jones, just make me a copy of that video before you finish up."
Jones: "What do you need it for?"
Jimmy, smiling, said: "To learn how to analyze videos."
Jones: "Alright, it's of no use anyway."
Jimmy copied it to his computer, reviewing it closely. He especially paid attention to the dispersing crowd at the last because he had observed that it was an underground gambling den beforehand, so the people here were presumably either gang members, rich folks, or hopeless gamblers.
Although he didn't know if it would be useful, it couldn't hurt to identify a few people, just in case they came in handy later, who could say.
Unfortunately, the quality of the cameras Jones used was not great; most could only discern silhouettes, and Jimmy really couldn't make out their faces.
However, there was a silver lining. Under Heart Eye mode, Jimmy could only see outlines. Combined with the low-resolution camera image, it just allowed Jimmy to add some simulated human details to the contours he saw with Heart Eye, such as a protrusion not necessarily being a firearm, but possibly just a fat belly.
While watching the video, Jimmy's phone rang again, still the small town number but this time it was an unknown number, not saved in his contacts.
Jimmy answered the phone: "Hi, I'm Jimmy, who is this?"
On the other end of the phone: "Hi, Jimmy, I'm John, John Butler from the Special Service Bureau. Do you remember me?"
Jimmy thought for a moment, the Special Service Bureau, that Vice President incident, "Oh, of course I remember, John, what's up?"
John: "Just a small matter, but it's better to discuss it in person. Are you in New York?"
Jimmy: "Yes, I'm no longer with the county police, now I'm at the FBI Manhattan Office."
John: "OK, I'll come to you tomorrow, and contact you then."
Jimmy: "See you tomorrow, goodbye, John."
John: "Goodbye, Jimmy."
It seemed John was the person James mentioned who would come to find him. Why didn't James say it outright? And why was John seeking him out now? Jimmy felt something was brewing.
Peter came out of the office clapping his hands, "Diana, Jones, Jimmy, come upstairs."
The few of them headed to the meeting room, Peter didn't start the projector but tossed three files over, "Case transferred from NYPD, a stolen item is a painting worth 2.6 million, a Hausstenberg's work."
Diana: "Was it a museum theft?"
Peter shook his head: "No, a residential burglary."
Jones: "A safe heist?"
Peter continued shaking his head: "No, it was hanging on a wall. Diana, let's go meet this person who could hang a painting worth millions on the wall. Jones, Jimmy, you stay on standby here."
Jimmy walked out of the meeting room with the file, went back to his desk, and sat down. There was no initial investigation for him, probably again dealing with surveillance later.
Jimmy had no involvement that day, he spent the afternoon sifting through data. The team's case files were too many, and for Jimmy, reviewing these files was his main job now.
Early the next day, it was time for a case analysis meeting.
Peter used the projector to display a photo: "Hausstenberg's painting 'Girl with a Pendant,' this is the only photo. The person in question is Juliana, she inherited the house and estate from her grandmother, Gary, Juliana's uncle, a stockbroker.
Juliana is still in school, and a few days ago after her class, she got home just in time to encounter a burglar. After struggling with the burglar, he fled, and nothing else was stolen except for this painting, and no fingerprints or such traces were left behind. It looks like a professional job.
From what Diana and I discovered, Gary is very suspicious, very likely the inside man. He provided the timing information of Juliana's classes and the painting for someone else to steal. However, Juliana ended her class early and bumped into the thief.
Jones, Jimmy, your responsibility is to follow up, to see who Gary contacts and meets. Go ahead."
Jones packed up to leave, Jimmy said to Peter: "Peter, I have someone to wait for, let Jones go ahead, I'll catch up with him later."
Peter: "Waiting for someone? Who?"
Jimmy: "John, from the Special Service Bureau."
Peter looked at Jimmy and nodded, "OK."