Jimmy arrived early at the FBI building that afternoon because he was there to collect documents, so he had deliberately changed into casual clothes. He rested while keeping an eye on the time, and at 2:55 p.m., he started his car and drove into the FBI's parking lot.
In the middle of the parking lot, a man wearing a white shirt, dress pants, and sunglasses stood in the sunlight, watching the entrance of the parking lot.
As soon as Jimmy entered the parking lot, he noticed this person; it had to be Pete. Otherwise, nobody would idly stand under the blazing sun. It was late August, and standing under the sun in this scorching heat was simply insane.
Jimmy parked next to him, rolled down his window, and asked, "Pete?"
Pete handed a file bag through the window to Jimmy, then turned and left the area.
Jimmy didn't linger either; he drove straight to the exit and returned to the police station.
Back at his station, Jimmy opened the file bag and found two A4 papers. The first was a map of Albuquerque, New Mexico, with two circles marked on it, overlapping in part. That was the last known signal location of the phone number provided by James.
The second was for Langley, Virginia—the headquarters of the CIA. Tom must have left his cell phone near the headquarters or even inside it when he went back. There was nothing to be done about that one. That was the number provided by Jimmy.
Jimmy glanced at the maps, then took both of them and walked to James's office.
He knocked on the door before entering the office, closed it behind him, and placed the two A4 papers on James's desk.
James looked at the two maps, then lifted his head to look at Jimmy.
James, "Let's put Tom's matter aside for now."
Jimmy, confused, "Why?"
James, "Both places are too far from us, and I don't have anyone to investigate those areas. Jimmy, you can go now."
Jimmy turned around, opened the door, and left James's office. As he stepped out, he casually closed the door behind him. He had only taken a few steps when he heard something hitting the floor. Jimmy didn't look back; he went straight to the locker room to change into his police uniform, ready to continue his shift.
Feeling out of sorts, Jimmy changed his status at the dispatch center, hoping that some case would come up today.
Then to his disappointment, his radio remained silent throughout the day. Jimmy had no choice but to idly daydream, and since it was already late, he couldn't muster the energy to head to the firing range. So he just whiled away the time until his shift ended.
After changing, Jimmy went to the gym to work out, doing some strength training. Then he packed up his things and went home. When he had things on his mind, he couldn't concentrate on anything and just felt irritable.
Tom had actually been very kind to Jimmy, whether it was giving him an identity and specially reminding him to stay safe or investigating the reasons when someone was looking into Jimmy's background, and then specifically providing proof of identity in his will. Even though Tom did all this for the benefit of someone important to him, Jimmy had always been the ultimate beneficiary.
Jimmy had been so proactive in handling Tom's matter because he wanted to do something for Tom, to give himself some peace of mind.
However, now that he had obtained the location of the cell phone, he had no way to proceed further, and Jimmy understood James. He was just a local police chief with only some connections in the area; such an interstate investigation indeed exceeded his capabilities. But still, it annoyed him greatly.
Jimmy drove home and upon reaching his place, he discovered that his door lock was broken. He pushed the door open to find his room had been ransacked. Damn, he had been burgled.
Jimmy didn't enter further. He used Heart Eye Observation to ensure no one was inside, then took out his phone and dialed 911 to report the incident.
After calling 911, he contacted Sergeant Ted from the LRPD. Jimmy was mainly familiar with the patrol officers at the LRPD, and as he rarely interacted with the detective division, he wasn't acquainted with anyone there.
Sergeant Ted was very cooperative. Soon after Jimmy called him, another call came through.
"Hi, you're Jimmy, right? I'm Chris, a detective at the LRPD. Are you home right now?"
Jimmy, "Yes, after I found the door lock broken, I didn't go inside. I'm just standing at the entrance."
Chris, "Alright, I'll be there in 10 minutes."
Jimmy, "Thanks, I'll wait for you at home."
While Jimmy waited for Detective Chris, a patrol unit also arrived on the scene. Given that a department celebrity like Jimmy had reported an incident, the dispatch center did not delay in contacting the nearest patrol car to respond, so they arrived a bit sooner than Detective Chris.
Jimmy told the patrol officers that Detective Chris was on his way, and the three of them waited outside without entering the house.
About 10 minutes later, Detective Chris arrived. Despite it being late August and still hot, he wore a suit, but without a tie and with the top button of his shirt undone.
Chris approached Jimmy for a handshake, "Nice to meet you, Jimmy. I'm Chris. It's finally nice to meet you; you're quite famous."
Jimmy shook hands with Chris, "Hi, Chris. You're too kind. The patrol officers arrived but didn't go inside the room. Do you want to go in first to take a look?"
Chris, "Of course. I'll go in first, and you guys just wait a moment." He put on a pair of gloves from his pocket and walked into the room.
Jimmy's apartment was small with just one bedroom. After scouting the interior from the doorway, Chris beckoned Jimmy inside to confirm what he had lost.
Jimmy had preemptively moved some sensitive and valuable things to a storage unit, so there wasn't much of importance left in his room. But one thing was of utmost concern to Jimmy. He took a pair of gloves from the patrol officers, then went to the bedroom and opened the nightstand drawer. Sure enough, his backup gun was missing.
Jimmy turned to Chris and said, "Bad news, my backup gun is gone."
Chris asked hurriedly, "What kind of gun? Is it registered?"
Jimmy nodded, showing his M686 tucked under his arm to Chris, "Yes, it's a Smith and Wesson M686-1, the same model as the one I'm carrying. It's been recorded."
Jimmy didn't dare tell the truth; he had two guns at home, one a backup he had purchased himself, the other was a Beretta 92F with a silencer that he had acquired from a mob boss.
For now, he could only report one missing. If it turned out there were two, he would have to figure out a way to cover it up.
Chris, "Take down the gun's serial number for the report. Anything else missing?"
Jimmy, "Nothing else of value. I live alone and don't keep valuable items at home usually."
Chris, "Still, let's do an inventory. It's part of the process."
Jimmy, "Alright, give me a moment."