North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 655 Missing
After a month's rest, Jimmy returned to New York from the snow-capped mountains of the Alps. He was really not used to it. He had been at the seaside and in the mountains during this period, and suddenly returned to a state surrounded by steel and concrete. He always felt very aggrieved, which made Jimmy even more anxious. The idea of ​​buying a villa or simply a small farm around New York.

There is a small farm under his name, but it is in Montana. It is the inheritance of his predecessor's mother, but Tom has always arranged for it to be handled by a management company. The key is that it is too far away, let alone letting him live there. Even if I go there occasionally, it takes two days to go back and forth.

It would be much more convenient if you buy it outside of New York City within the state of New York or New Jersey. It won’t take too long to drive back to Manhattan. It should still be acceptable. But whether Nia can accept it will have to be discussed later.

Driving was stuck on the road. Although it was only a few kilometers away, Jimmy still came to the office slowly. He had no choice but to deal with the traffic in New York. He was driving his own car, which was not equipped with hidden police lights and sirens. He wanted to use public money for personal gain. no chance.

After parking the car, Jimmy went upstairs with a backpack. They were on a honeymoon trip for a month. Mark and the others were handling everything in the department, so it was appropriate to bring them some specialties.

"I'm back." Jimmy pushed open the office door. As soon as he said this, he saw Mark. His left arm was once again hung with a triangular bandage and fixed on his chest. "WTF! Mark, what's wrong with you?"

Jimmy put his bag on the sofa, walked to Mark and asked, "Why are you injured again? Is it serious?"

Mark turned around and was about to stand up when Jimmy pressed on his shoulder: "Sit down and tell us, what happened?"

Mark: "An accident happened. When Julia and I went to investigate a case, we had a conflict with several gang members. Julia was fine, but I was hit in the arm."

Jimmy: "Has anyone been caught?"

Mark: "No, in the alley, although we saw people, we couldn't confirm their identities."

Jimmy: "Any clues?"

Mark shook his head: "There is no need to investigate further. This time it was just an accident. There were three black people and two Hispanics among the people who did it. Their characteristics are not obvious, so there is no way to find them."

Forget it, since Mark said so, let's do it. "Where's Julia? I brought you a gift."

Jimmy turned around and went to the sofa to get the bag, and took out two snow globes. Of course they were small ones. Inside was a peak in the Alps, with a layer of snow on the bottom. Shaking it would make the snowflakes fall, which was very interesting. Gadgets that tourists love.

Mark took one and put it on the table: "Julia hasn't arrived yet, thank you."

Jimmy put the other one on Julia's table and returned to his seat. He touched the table and chairs. There was no dust on them. It seemed that Mark and the others often tidied the table for him. It felt good to have subordinates working. .Jimmy turned on the computer and asked, "Are there any recent cases?"

Mark: "This is the case we are investigating, a burglary and homicide case. The homeowner and his son were killed. The room was in a mess. However, because both the father and son were killed, we are not sure what was missing in the room. ."

Jimmy: "Why leave it to us? This should be an NYPD case."

Mark: "The homeowner is a retired FDA employee who just retired last year."

Jimmy was speechless. The FDA is a federal agency, and it is normal rule for the FBI to take over homicide cases involving federal agency employees. Although this person has retired, he still falls under the jurisdiction of the FBI. There is really nothing he can say.

Jimmy: "Please sort out the investigated information and show it to me. Also contact Julia. She has never been late before. What's going on?"

Mark: "Well, I'll call her."

Mark first took some information on the table and gave it to Jimmy, then took the phone and called Julia, "No one answered the phone."

Jimmy immediately looked up at Mark, "When was the last time she came to work?"

Mark: "Last Friday. I didn't contact her over the weekend."

Jimmy tapped his fingers on the table, thought for a moment, and then said: "Call again. If there is no reply in 10 minutes, go to her home and see her."

Mark nodded and dialed again.

After a while, Mark said: "The time is up, there is no reply to the message, and the phone call is not answered."

Jimmy stood up and picked up his suit, "Let's go, I'll take you there with me."

Jimmy drove into the Saab car that had been parked for a month, got on the Manhattan Bridge and drove to Brooklyn.

Mark and Julia both rented apartments in Brooklyn. They had no choice. They were not like Jimmy who rented an apartment directly near the office when he first came to the FBI. After all, the apartments here were too expensive for the right size, and the location for the right price was too far away. It would be better to rent a suitable apartment further away.

Jimmy has been in Manhattan since he came to New York. He rents and buys houses here. That is to say, he can only do this if he has money. Otherwise, for new agents, the salary is still very stressful. After all, it is only 5-6 per year. , including overtime and mess, it doesn’t add up to much. In addition to the high rent in Manhattan, daily life is also very expensive, so it is not suitable for newcomers.

After arriving at Julia's apartment and going up to the top floor, Jimmy found that no one was in the room. He asked Mark to knock on the door while he went to the door opposite and knocked on the door.

"Dong dong" "Is anyone home?" Jimmy shouted while knocking on the door. Of course, he was still standing behind the side wall. Standing in front of the door was an act of seeking death. He had not done this for a long time.

"Hello, ma'am, I am FBI Senior Agent Jimmy Young. Have you noticed the lady across from me? When was the last time you saw her?"

Jimmy looked at the woman who opened the door a crack and looked out and spoke first. At the same time, he opened the FBI ID he had prepared in advance and gave the other party a look before putting it back in his pocket.

The lady confirmed Jimmy's FBI ID and then turned on the anti-theft link. "Did something happen to her? The last time was probably yesterday evening."

Jimmy: "Can you tell me what she was doing at the time? Did you notice anything unusual last night?"

The lady shook her head: "No, when I saw her yesterday, she must have just come back from the supermarket, holding many things in her hands."

Jimmy turned to look at Mark, who shook his head. No one answered the door.

Jimmy: "Thank you, ma'am. If you remember any clues, please call me. Here is my business card."

Jimmy reached out and took out a business card and gave it to the woman, then nodded to Mark and signaled the two of them to leave.

As Jimmy went downstairs, he picked up his mobile phone and called the technical department, "Technical department, this is Jimmy Young of the homicide team. In case of emergency, please help me locate the phone number of Julia Lee of our team. She has lost contact. ... Yes Yes, please locate it as soon as possible. I will contact Ruiz now to authorize you." Mark saw that Jimmy hung up the phone and was about to speak. Jimmy shook his hand and dialed Ruiz's number again, "Ruiz, our team Julia Lee was missing and couldn't be reached by phone, so I contacted the technical department to help locate her."

Ruiz: "Elaborate."

Jimmy: "The last time her neighbor saw her was last night. She just came back from shopping outside, and no one saw her since. We couldn't contact her this morning, and no one answered the phone. We came to her apartment, and now There seemed to be no one in the apartment, and we didn’t break down the door to check.”

Ruiz: "I understand. If necessary, break down the door and take a look."

Jimmy: "Okay, please help me call the technical department."

Jimmy hung up the phone and looked at Mark: "Go back, open the door and go in and take a look."

Jimmy and Mark stood at the door. Mark's arm was injured, so it was naturally Jimmy who kicked in the door. He stepped back to the wall, took a sudden step, raised his foot and kicked the door lock.

According to Jimmy's physical condition, this kind of crispy wooden door must be fixed with one kick, but he didn't expect Julia to have such a strong sense of safety. She could clearly feel that the door lock position had broken, but the door hadn't been opened yet. Yes, there are upper and lower door locks.

Jimmy repeated it again, and this time he finally kicked the door open. Mark had already pulled out the Glock in his right hand, aimed at the room, and then followed Jimmy in, still on guard.

Julia's apartment looked very tidy, and there were no clothes scattered around. The only mess was that there was a blanket on the sofa, messily placed aside.

Jimmy and Mark searched the room. "No problem was found. She probably wasn't kidnapped from the room. In addition, I found her gun holster. She didn't go out with a gun."

Jimmy walked directly to the bedroom, the bedroom Mark checked just now: "Show me."

In the drawer of the bedside table in the bedroom, there is a Glock gun and a holster, and a spare magazine is also inserted in the holster. She must have put it in herself. In addition, her FBI ID and badge are also placed next to the gun. , these are necessary for them to go out, unless it is a personal matter.

Jimmy: "No, there's only one gun here. What's Julia's backup gun?"

Mark: "Smith & Wesson 640, short-barreled revolver, uses .357 Magnum bullets, and is worn on the ankle during work hours."

Jimmy: "It's not here, look for it again."

Jimmy's phone rang just at this time, "Jimmy, this is Alia Foster from the technical department. Julia's mobile phone is in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I will send the coordinate address to your mobile phone."

Jimmy: "Thank you, Aria. Also, help me trace the movement of this mobile phone number since yesterday evening. Julia may be missing."

Aaliyah: "OK, this will take some time."

Jimmy: "Well, also, I need to retrieve Julia's phone call records from yesterday to today. I need to know if she contacted anyone else yesterday. Call me anytime if you have the results."

Aaliyah: "No, we don't have the permission here to read the original information of the call record."

Jimmy: "Ask someone to apply for permission. You first extract the movement track of her mobile phone. We will first investigate the last location."

Jimmy hung up the phone and glanced at the address sent by the text message. Julia's apartment was in Prospect Heights, and the cell phone location information was in Williamsburg. It wasn't too far in between. He put away the phone and said, "Mark, I have the address. You continue to check here, and notify the supporting agents to come and seal the scene, and the forensics department will come in to check. If your arms are inconvenient, just wait for them here."

Mark was looking through the closet and immediately stood up: "I'll come with you, at least it will be more convenient when there are more people during the investigation."

Jimmy: "No, the door here is broken. If you don't watch here, this place may have been evacuated by the time the forensics department people come. Just follow the order."

Mark nodded: "Okay, I'll wait until they all come over to support you."

Jimmy left Julia's apartment and drove to the location pinned to his phone.

Williamsburg is an area in Brooklyn. It was a beer brewing base in the early days. Of course, it also created a complex group of workers. People of all colors gathered here. After many years of updates, it has also been listed by the city government as an environment for renovation. One of the destinations is similar to Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan.

After aristocratic transformation and official guidance, it gradually began to become a place for art and fashion exchanges, which led more and more young people to gather here to enjoy street graffiti and various innovative business developments, vibrant culture, Known for its extensive dining and bustling nightlife.

Jimmy drove to a neighborhood. He took out his mobile phone and opened the GPS information. He checked it with the GPS longitude and latitude information recorded in the text message. When the coincidence was determined, he found that this was a small alley. The GPS longitude and latitude information could not be accurate to a small area under his feet. , which means that Julia’s mobile phone is possible within a certain range around him.

Jimmy took out his mobile phone and dialed Julia's number. He turned his head left and right, and there was some vague buzzing sound, but there was no way to judge the location. He could only say that it was definitely somewhere near him.

Jimmy looked at the situation at the scene and could only call the office again to see if there were any on-duty personnel who could be sent out to search together. If that didn't work, he could only contact the people at the Queens-Brooklyn Field Office.

Putting the phone back in his pocket, Jimmy put on his gloves and began to rummage through the garbage on both sides of the alley. His mental vision could not find a small square in the pile of garbage, it was all mixed together.

Soon a garbage removal truck drove over. The place where Jimmy was rummaging through the garbage happened to be where the garbage removal truck was parked. The driver stuck his head out of the window and said, "Hey, what are you doing? Give up your seat."

Jimmy stood up and lifted a corner of his suit to reveal the FBI badge on his belt. "FBI, I need to find a mobile phone here. You need to wait a little longer."

The driver cursed under his breath, turned off the engine, and just sat in the car watching Jimmy work.

Finally, before the support staff arrived, Jimmy dug out a mobile phone in the big trash can. He opened it and took a look. It was indeed Julia's. There were a bunch of missed calls in the call history.

Jimmy took off his gloves, took out a handkerchief from the inner pocket of his suit and carefully wrapped Julia's cell phone. As he returned to the car, he said to the driver: "Don't clean up the garbage here yet. We still need to investigate some more clues."

The driver was angry after waiting for a long time to get such a result, but he couldn't start having sex with Jimmy, so in the end he could only swallow his anger and walk out of the alley.

Jimmy went back to the car and took a plastic bag to put the phone in. This needs to be taken back for inspection. If something happens to Julia, there will probably be other people's fingerprints on the phone.

Jimmy called Mark to inform him of the situation, and then contacted the forensics department staff on duty in the office. After he returned the phone, he would conduct an urgent test. It concerned his own people and must be given the highest priority.

(End of this chapter)