North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 834 Dave
Nia looked at Jimmy standing by the window, staring outside motionlessly. She knew that he was thinking about something. She sorted out the little guy's clothes and things he would need at night. They had slept too long during the day, so it was estimated that neither of them would have a good sleep tonight.

Mrs. Waltz's words were really timely for Jimmy. He had just created a little tension for Ruiz and the others some time ago. Dave must also know that Jimmy had been missing for a month, but he didn't know what they would do.

Ruiz has already talked to Jimmy. Although he didn't say it explicitly, he should be able to understand Jimmy's resentment.

Ruiz didn't do anything against Jimmy. He just couldn't resist the pressure from above and treated Jimmy coldly. Naturally, he wouldn't bear Jimmy's resentment by himself. It would take some time to pass it on. Jimmy happened to have left New York during this period. His whereabouts were public and easy to investigate. I believe they should have done a lot of things during this period. When I return to New York, there should be news, whether good or bad.

"Don't you have anything you want to say?"

Nia spoke when Jimmy turned around, and then began to pack her suitcases. She was going back to New York tomorrow, and the things in the suitcases had become a mess over the past few days.

Jimmy came to Nia and sat directly on the carpet, "It's just work, nothing much. When did the little one go to sleep?"

Nia: "About an hour or so. He'll probably wake up soon. Are you really okay? You haven't been feeling well since you came back from Grandma Waltz's place."

Jimmy sighed. It seemed that he was still affected by Mrs. Waltz's words. He didn't pay attention to his facial expression at all. "Well, about work, you know I got promoted a year ago, right?"

Nia: "Yeah, I remember, the supervisory agent. And then?"

Jimmy: "I am in charge of the support team of the office. Apart from going out to cooperate with other agencies to handle cases, I have not handled any other cases in the Manhattan office."

Nia: "No, I remember you were very busy. You handled several big cases... Damn it, you were always on business trips."

Jimmy nodded, "Yes, they are all cases from other places, so we cooperate with them."

Nia and Jimmy both fell silent. Nia was not stupid. She thought that Jimmy had so much time to accompany her before because he took care of his family and deliberately reduced his working hours. Of course, Nia knew Jimmy's reputation in the New York office. It was just that skipping work and staying at home was not a big deal for him. She didn't expect that it was because he really had nothing to do.

After a while, Nia whispered, "So what are you going to do?"

Jimmy: "I haven't decided yet, but don't worry, you know, I know a lot of people, so you don't have to worry about work."

Nia looked at Jimmy's dejected expression, bit her lip and said, "But you are very unhappy and unwilling, right?"

Jimmy smiled and hugged Nia, "It's okay, don't worry, I will take care of it."

Nia nodded slightly and continued to pack her things, while Jimmy got up and walked to the bedside to look at the sleeping little Liam. No matter what, this period of rest did allow him to spend more time with the little guy, which was much better than going to work on time.

The return journey was smooth. I don’t know if the little guy inherited Jimmy’s big heart, but even when he was awake and saw so many people on the plane, he didn’t cry. He was just very curious about everything. The only thing that made Jimmy and Nia busy was that he liked to grab everything and put it in his mouth, so they had to be careful at all times.

But this is also the nature of children. For the little ones, there is only the difference between what can be eaten and what cannot be eaten. This is also a way for them to understand the world. What makes Jimmy and the others uncomfortable is that the little ones' movements are sometimes too sudden and too fast, and the food will end up in their hands or mouths if they are not careful.

Taking a taxi home from the airport, Jimmy opened the door with his key, "Hey, Roland! We're back!"

Soon, Roland came up from the basement and didn't see anyone else, so he took his hand away from his waist. "How was the trip? Hey, Liam, you look like you've got a tan."

Roland kissed little Liam on the forehead. Nia took the child upstairs. Roland looked at Jimmy and said, "Everything is normal here, but the car outside the church has been parked for two days and has not moved."

Roland pointed out the location to Jimmy and said, "I'm going to go back first. I'll go back to my world in two days. I'll come back when you're ready."

Jimmy: "Thanks, Roland, be careful."

Roland nodded and turned to leave. He had been watching over the house these days. This was normal. It was best to have someone look after the house when you were away for a while to prevent it from being broken into or even occupied...

Jimmy stood by the window and looked over. He saw a van parked beside the church. If Roland hadn't reminded him, he would have thought it was just a delivery truck.

This is New York. Maybe a car will be parked in a parking lot or at a doorstep for a long time, but it is impossible for a car parked casually in a public place to be left there for two or three days without anyone driving it away or being towed away by the police and a towing company. Do you really think those gangsters are there to do nothing? It is obvious that someone inside or someone specifically told the car to be parked there.

Jimmy came upstairs: "Nia, take the kids to the basement. I'm going to go out for a while."

Nia was startled. She opened the cabinet next to her, took out a Glock and put it in her clothes. Then she turned around, picked up Liam and Jimmy from the crib and went downstairs. Jimmy made sure they had reached the basement before turning off the alarm and leaving through the back window.

Approaching the van from the side, I saw a man sitting in the van, typing on a laptop in front of him. There was also a small half-height shelf next to it, which looked like a camp bed.

Jimmy frowned and approached him while considering whether to take him down, because just looking at these did not seem to confirm that this person was the one monitoring him. The key point was that he could not see any monitoring equipment from his mind's eye vision. If it was just a person who could not afford an RV and used the truck as a temporary residence, it would make sense. After all, the person was in the car, and those who wanted to take the car away would have no way to do anything.

"Bang!" Jimmy punched the side of the car, and the people in the car were startled. "Who's outside?" He walked to the back door, opened the door and looked over. The black muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at him, "FBI, don't move."

Jimmy showed his FBI badge with his left hand. The other party raised his hands in surprise, not saying a word or moving. "Don't make any dangerous moves. Who are you?" He pointed at the camera with a telephoto lens on the cot and said, "Don't lie to me. You know I can find out."

The other party was very cooperative and said, "Herman James, private investigator, I have a license, it's in my wallet. Now, I'm going to take out my wallet, please don't misunderstand me."

Jimmy nodded, and Herman slowly put his right hand into his clothes, took out his wallet, and opened it to show Jimmy. Private detective is a legitimate profession, although it is not very popular. Jimmy looked at him and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Herman: "Work."

Jimmy: “About what?”

Herman: "I'm sorry, but I can't disclose the content of my work to others at will. I can only tell you that this is legal."

Jimmy: "Go in."

Herman did not resist. There was a gun pointed at him and he was an FBI agent. He was just doing his job and it was impossible for him to behave irrationally for the sake of work.

Jimmy glanced at the laptop screen. There was a photo of Roland on it, with a text record of the time he left. He looked online again and saw the photo of himself and Nia returning with the child. Without looking at it again, he turned his head and looked at Herman, "Look, you know who I am. Now, tell me who asked you to come here and why you are spying on my home."

Herman raised his hands and sat on the cot. "Someone paid me to monitor the black man in that house. He was worried that something might happen here. I just kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't cause any bad influence here."

Jimmy: “Who?”

Herman: "I don't know. The other party contacted me by phone and the advance payment was also transferred to me online."

Jimmy: “Show me.”

Herman: "I need to reiterate that I am just doing my job and not doing anything else." He stood up and walked to the computer, opened his bank account, and pointed to one of the records. "This is it. The other party contacted me by phone, and then an attorney came to sign the contract with me."

Jimmy frowned and looked at Herman. This guy was cooperating too much. Even if he was afraid of the FBI, he shouldn't compromise like this. "Write down the account number, the other party's phone number, and the lawyer's contact information."

Herman cooperated very well and tore off a piece of paper from the notebook next to him, wrote the information on it with a pen, and took out his own business card and handed it to Jimmy.

Jimmy took it carefully, put it directly into his pocket, and nodded: "I will check it. I hope you don't leave New York in the next two days. You know I have your fingerprint information. You don't want me to issue a wanted warrant for you. Also, don't try to destroy the evidence."

Herman: "Of course, I understand."

Jimmy got out of the car, put away his gun and left. Herman went straight from the car to the driver's seat, started the car and left.

He did not make things difficult for Herman. There was something wrong with this guy. From the way he cursed when he hammered the car to his calmness and complete cooperation when facing him, without any sign of resistance at all, he must know what he was doing. Although he only took a quick glance, he still saw clearly what the other party was doing just now. There was a document with photos and annotations on it, and the one of his family returning home had the time and the number of luggage they carried written underneath.

From this angle, this guy certainly doesn't look like a gangster stalker.

Jimmy returned home and asked Nia and the others to come up. Nia looked at Jimmy and asked, "What happened?"

Jimmy: "Roland found out someone was watching our house, and I just went to deal with it. A black man, "Herman James", a private investigator, or so he said."

Nia repeated the other person's name twice, frowned and asked, "This name sounds familiar. How old are you?"

Jimmy: "Looks like he's in his 40s or 50s, medium build."

Nia: "If it's not the same name, it might really be true. Chuck, do you remember? He had a partner with this name before, but he left the police station later."

Jimmy: "Wait a minute, I'll go check in the study."

Jimmy's computer can connect to the FBI network. After logging in, he looked at the other party's business card and checked it. The information was indeed correct. At least from this point of view, the other party was honest.

The bank account was a bit troublesome, as he was not familiar with financial-related information. If he wanted to investigate, he would have to go to the white-collar group. It just so happened that he hadn't seen Ma Hong for a long time.

Nia took out her cell phone and called, "Hey, Chuck, do you remember Herman James? Your former partner. ... Yeah, do you know what he's like now?"

Nia shook her head at Jimmy, and it was clear that Chuck had gotten nowhere. "Okay, thanks, Chuck."

Jimmy looked at the time and said, "Looks like I'm going to be busy again." He hugged Nia and said softly, "Call mom and go to her place for dinner tonight. I'm going to Ma Hong to investigate something now. You don't have to wait for me for dinner."

Nia nodded. It would be very inappropriate to contradict or oppose Jimmy at this time. She knew that Jimmy must have made an arrangement to let her go. Anyway, her mother's house had a ready-made room and things that little Liam needed. There was no need to go out to buy anything if she stayed there for a day or two.

Jimmy drove Nia away from home and received a call just after arriving in Manhattan. Nia reached out and took Jimmy's phone from the center console, took a look, answered it and handed it to Jimmy, "It's Dave."

Jimmy took the phone and put it to his ear: "Hi, Dave, good afternoon."

Dave: "You guys are back? How was your trip?"

Jimmy: "Very good, the little guy also likes to go outside and looks very happy."

Dave: "Well, it looks like you guys are having a lot of fun. Do you have time tonight? Come over and sit down with us."

Jimmy: “Your home?”

Dave: "Well, Lucy hasn't seen you in a while, bring your family along."

Jimmy turned his head and glanced at Nia, and said softly, "Dave invited our family to come over tonight."

Nia nodded slightly, and Jimmy said into the phone, "No problem, I'll trouble you then."

After a few polite words, Jimmy hung up the phone and handed it to Nia, "Call mom and tell her. Accidents always catch people off guard."

This was strange. Jimmy had been to Dave's house before, but he had never sat with Dave's family at a family gathering. How could he suddenly ask for a gathering? The key was that the timing was so coincidental. He knew about it just after his family returned to New York. This must be because he had been keeping track of his whereabouts, whether through mobile phone positioning or flight information. No matter which method, Dave must have something to say today.

(End of this chapter)