The next day, Jimmy had a rare good night's sleep and didn't wake up until just before 10 A.M. Good grief—he usually woke up around 7 A.M., so this was quite an oversleep.
Having slept so long, he still felt a bit groggy upon waking. He got up, went to the bathroom to take care of his personal business, tidied up, changed his clothes, and prepared to go out for lunch.
Jimmy had found a hotel right next to the police station the day before for convenience. Justin's bar was also nearby. He was very familiar with the area and felt at ease, confident that nothing unexpected would happen.
In the afternoon, Jimmy arrived at the police station. His car was parked in the station's parking lot, and the keys were also kept there, which meant Jimmy trusted the police personnel. If his car had been in another parking lot, he might have returned to find it gone.
After greeting everyone at the station, Jimmy took his keys, drove off, and headed for the warehouse. He needed to organize some goods for transport to New York. However, some items were not easy to get through security. Although Jimmy could carry weapons using his FBI credentials, his luggage would still need to pass through security checks.
Jimmy thought for a moment and gave Justin a call to see if there was a safe way to transport everything to New York. Fortunately, it was already afternoon, and Justin was awake. He told Jimmy to bring the suitcase to the bar and not to worry about the rest.
With his exit strategy in place, Jimmy began to pack up, emptying the warehouse rented under his second identity. This warehouse was now useless; except for what he needed to take with him, any unnecessary items were tossed into another warehouse under his own name. Later, he'd give the keys to the police to see if they needed anything, which they could simply take.
The warehouse contained some secondhand furniture and appliances, as well as some of Jimmy's clothes. He didn't plan on taking those items with him; he'd leave it clean for the police, and the rest could be donated to the homeless.
As for the rent he had already paid for the next few months, he'd let it go. How the police handled it wasn't his concern. It wasn't that he was frivolous with money; dealing with the rental company might take too long, and Jimmy didn't have much leisure time on his vacation to waste.
Jimmy dropped off the suitcase at Justin's bar, then returned his car to the police station. He mentioned the warehouse situation to Amy and gave her the keys. After that, he washed his hands of it.
Jimmy then headed straight to the airport empty-handed and bought a ticket back to New York.
This trip made him recall something—he seemed to have never visited a church since he arrived in New York. Back in Little Rock, he occasionally attended services to make his identity more credible. James had mentioned before that a believer's identity could be very useful. However, since Jimmy himself wasn't a believer, he had completely forgotten about it afterward.
When he returned to New York, he definitely planned to stop by a nearby church's confessional to at least make an appearance, preventing any idle talk.
Previously, Jimmy had considered that continuing to kill would sooner or later get him caught. Being a believer of God could to some extent decrease the chances of being reproached, and that was a significant advantage.
When Jimmy left the airport, he casually picked up a travel guide. While on the taxi ride back to his apartment, he looked through it and actually found a famous church close to his place—St. Patrick's Cathedral, the principal church of the New York diocese, a perfect target for an opportunist believer like him.
The next day, Jimmy put on a dark brown suit, gathered his belongings, and took a taxi to Fifth Avenue. Although he aimed for St. Patrick's Cathedral, missing a chance to stroll down the renowned Fifth Avenue would be too wasteful.
Jimmy rarely had a day off without any pressure; relaxed days wouldn't be so common in the future. Even on weekends, he would have to deal with a bunch of tasks—troublesome, indeed. Given some free time now, it was nice to play around and enjoy himself. Wasting such an opportunity would be shameful.
Jimmy wandered around Fifth Avenue, passing by numerous high-end brand stores. He merely glanced, as his unfamiliarity with luxury goods left him unsure of what to purchase. The last thing he wanted was to try to enhance his style, only to end up dressed in brands with unintended connotations or wearing inappropriate accessories, turning himself into a joke.
He'd figure it out with someone reliable later. Although he had some money, it wasn't to be wasted recklessly. Jimmy did not have the habit of spending frivolously.
After wandering for over an hour, Jimmy finally reached St. Patrick's Cathedral. Although it wasn't particularly prominent among the skyscrapers of Fifth Avenue, the cathedral was very famous. It was the largest Gothic-style Catholic cathedral in the United States, with more than 130 years of history, all of which Jimmy had read from his travel guide.
To him, the first impression was its tall spires. Jimmy didn't understand Gothic style, but he found the towering steeples fascinating, probably because he was used to seeing more block-like buildings. Suddenly encountering such a different architectural style was visually striking, and he found the building very attractive.
Following the flow of tourists, Jimmy entered the cathedral, which was open all year round. Visitors could experience the solemnity of religion and the grandeur of the cathedral, but Jimmy was different from most tourists as he was there just to put on an act of prayer.
Moving away from the crowd, Jimmy sat down in the middle, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and crossed his hands on the backrest in front of him, bowing his head and resting his hands on his forehead in a contemplative position. Based on his prior experience in Little Rock, Jimmy maintained this pose for about fifteen minutes before getting ready to leave.
However, before leaving, he still followed the crowd for a round inside the cathedral. At least if someone asked later, he could comment on it. After all, he had to put on a full show.
About half an hour later, Jimmy left the cathedral and found a smoking area nearby. He stood with others and lit a cigarette. He had walked a lot today, and spending time in the cathedral had offered some respite. Now, he considered whether to continue shopping on Fifth Avenue, which was quite long. If he were shopping for something specific, Jimmy would never choose to stroll but would make his purchase and leave immediately. The street was too crowded with tourists.
While smoking, Jimmy observed the surrounding tourists. It wasn't yet a time when Asians were common worldwide, and most of the tourists here seemed to be white. It was summer, and casually watching beautiful women lifted his mood.
"Help! Robbery! Catch him!" A commotion arose nearby. A young Latin American man dashed through the crowd holding a woman's purse, followed by a woman's voice. It appeared to be a typical robbery incident.