Since the police car had arrived at his home, Jimmy had been clashing with the dispatch center. He had told them many times not to casually report non-designated support cases and make him go out for support, as there were too many trivial matters that drove him crazy.
However, the situation had only slightly improved. The dispatch center had too many staff and perhaps the supervisor hadn't notified everyone, so occasionally there were instances of support calls for cases happening in the city district which turned out to be ordinary cases or simply civil disputes requiring mediation.
Coordinating with the dispatch center was something Jimmy had already complained about but couldn't handle anymore; he had no choice but to ask the big boss to intervene. However, this didn't work well either, and Jimmy's rest time was completely disrupted.
Fortunately, Chief James was easy to talk to and went so far as to lift the restrictions on Jimmy's workplace. In principle, except for needing to punch in and out of the police station routinely, he didn't need to be on duty at the police station at other times. Although it wasn't much of a benefit, a mosquito leg was still meat, so Jimmy reluctantly accepted it.
That day, Jimmy was idly daydreaming at the police station when he suddenly received a personal call from Harten.
Jimmy, "Hi, Agent Harten, what's up?"
Harten, "Jimmy, do you have time right now? Come out; I have something to tell you."
Jimmy, "Address? I'm currently not on a mission."
After Harten had given the address, Jimmy directly geared up, got into the police car, and set off. Now, Jimmy going out no longer required any sort of report; having no fixed workplace was sometimes useful.
The place Harten had chosen to meet was once again a parking lot. Seriously, why did these people always choose such peculiarly open and conspicuous places?
Harten, "Hi, Jimmy, over here." Jimmy drove up next to Harten and got out of the car.
Jimmy, "Agent Harten, what's happened? Is it serious? Do we have to meet in person to discuss it?"
Harten, "Yeah, it's not appropriate to talk at your police station. The last case has already been submitted to the Federation court, Baka has confessed, and with the crime scene fingerprints and surrounding surveillance, he can't run away now."
Jimmy, "That's great, but what does it have to do with me?"
Harten, "Just a heads-up, besides those cases, we've gotten some extra information."
The Baka Family belonged to an ancient family system from India, and their family had always adhered to a minor religion, 'Tuki Sect,' which was a religion purportedly extinct since the British colonial period in India. However, clearly, they still existed.
The Tuki Sect worshipped an Indian goddess, Kali, and followed the goddess's teachings, considering robbery and murder fundamental religious duties. Killing innocents was acting according to the will of Goddess Kali, as life was a constant alternation of destruction and birth, and the Tuki Sect merely performed the destruction part, representing evil.
This was a downright cult. Since Baka arrived in the United States, he and his subordinates had committed many crimes, always killing everyone at the scene and sacrificing them to their goddess. According to their teachings, they must have committed plenty of crimes in India as well, but you know how it is with that country; we couldn't investigate past incidents.
We still haven't found out about his family situation in India. If it really is a centuries-old cult family, then after Baka is caught, other family members will definitely come over here. We will keep a close watch, and you should be careful too, as the case report included support from your county police. I couldn't leave that out of the report."
Jimmy was already feeling the evil in this world. He didn't know when his luck had turned so bad. When he'd first started over, he had met so many friendly people. From a homeless man to a policeman, with a company and patents, and influential people on his side, he felt like he was possessed by the god of luck, Timothy Dexter. But now, it seemed he was possessed by Rama instead.
Jimmy, "Can't you guys contact India to confirm? If not, ask CIA for help. No one can be on guard every day against these creatures lurking in the shadows; who knows when they'll come calling for trouble."
Harten spread his hands, "No way, we only got Baka's confession after complicated coercive tactics. No one expected these cases could be linked to a centuries-old family lineage."
How many people were in the Baka Family, even Baka himself didn't know; he was just a castaway, kicked out of his homeland due to losing an internal competition. Now, all we can do is notify customs that if anyone related comes into the country, we might be able to prepare in advance."
Jimmy, "You guys are really... going to be the death of me. Anything else?"
Harten, "Not much else. By the way, are you interested in coming over to our side? You're truly wasting your talents at the county police."
Jimmy, "Uh, let's talk about that later. I'm still attending night classes at the community college."
Harten, "That's no issue. If you're interested, just give me a call anytime."
Jimmy, "Alright, alright, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now. Goodbye."
Jimmy returned to the police car and drove away from the parking lot. There was nothing harsh Jimmy could say to the FBI. Everyone was just following the rules in investigating the cases, calling for support; who would have expected this case to unravel such a cult?